Why Is It?
Gene and I have chosen to live in a place where one of the most enjoyable social settings is centered around food. We have this terrific group of friends who love to go out to eat. We go to great places and enjoy both the food and the fellowship. I just wish I could order more responsibly. However, the fellowship far outweighs my need to eat heathily. I just love visiting over a nice meal. I have such good friends. Do I tell them enough? Probably not. You are so much fun and such good friends. You know who you are...
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I'm sorry I'm not there playhing with you! OR I wish you were in Philly with me. When I came in Starbuks this morning and the only avaialable chair was in a setting of two and someone was already in the other one, i just asked if I could sit down so I could use the plug in for my computer....she siad yes but rather hestitantly...I guess my southern accent let her know that I wasn't from around here because I'm pretty sure that some other northern person would have respected her space...I saw some other business man come in shortly after me with his computer and there was then one other open chair with a man in the other and he just looked at it and turned and walked out....oh, well...I'll never see these people again!
Oh, Tammie! Being Southern isn't what is wrong! I have a Yankee (her description) girlfriend who has chosen to transplant herself despite divorcing the SG (Southern Gentleman) she followed down here. Her comment to me once was that "Manners in the South are so *@%# important! And I'm trying hard to learn that in spite of the Cold." Cold describes Northerners and the weather and the reason for the collapse of her marriage. Being Southern is probably what keeps us sane in a modern world where few in society respect our faith or our code or even our stability. I've only met you a couple of times, but you are Beckie's friend, and therefore, I love you. Don't feel like you have anything to feel embarrassed about in Philly. You just be your own wonderful self! Those people will miss your light when you've gone home!
Wish I knew your blog...I wouldn't have taken up Beckie's comment area!
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