I’ve settled into southern living a bit, at least the part about living alone in a small house on a lake.  Sometimes I forget that I’m way down south.  But today, stopping at the local Piggly-Wiggly grocery store for a couple of bottles of water, I realize I’m no longer in Michigan.  For sure.  First off, the check out people are standing around waiting for someone to need them, and secondly their discussion centers on the after holiday sales.  As in “I’m fixin to get me some of that turkey spam that’s on special today.”

I smile and go find the water, then get in line behind a lady with 20 cans of cat food and a bottle of carpet spot remover.  I’m not going to think about that one too much.  Last night I went through a fast food drive through up in Alex City, the nearest “big” town.  I asked for a diet drink.  They didn’t have diet, so I asked for iced tea.  It came sweet.  Once again I forgot I was in the south.  🙂

Anyway, I’m fixin to go to Atlanta to pick up my brother who is flying “home” from a week of work in Minnosota.  He’ll probably have acquired a northern accent but I won’t laugh at him.  Ya’ll know how those northerners are.