Alex spent part of this morning and afternoon with Martha, and apparently when she fixed him a delicious homemade lunch of carrots, green beans, and rice, he proceeded to tell her that he doesn’t really like those things, thank you, but he does, however, like brownies.
So I think it’s pretty much a given that he’s in Official Spoiled Rotten Mode. Which is perfectly fine by me.
When Mama went by Martha’s house to pick up the little man later this afternoon, Martha mentioned to Mama that she would really like to come visit D. and me. She still hasn’t seen our new house because for the last six months she’s had her hands full taking care of D.’s grandmother, and Martha told Mama that she’s “dying! just dying! absolutely dying!” to come visit.
Since Mama and Daddy are planning to meet us in a couple of days (if in fact Alex decides that he’s ever coming home again), Mama suggested that Martha should hop in the car with them and instead of meeting us halfway, they’d just come straight to our house and spend the night. That way Martha could have a little time away from home, she’d finally see the house, and she’d have even more time with Alex.
Martha replied – AND I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP – that unfortunately Wednesday won’t work for her because that’s the day she’s planning to take her recently widowed friend Rubena to eat fried catfish at the church.
I’ll pause for just a second so that you can really soak up that last sentence.
There’s a whole lot of Southern in there, my friends.
And I have laughed my head off all night long as a result.
Really, y’all, I almost feel like Martha has laid down some sort of gauntlet in terms of Terribly Southern Ways To Decline An Invitation.
And, as any good Southern girl would do, I’ve spent a good bit of time tonight trying to rise to Martha’s unintended challenge.
So here are a few of my own, though I think it’s pretty clear that I have a lot to learn from my mother-in-law…and for those of you playing at home, you can preface each one of my polite refusals with this phrase:
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
- - have to make mint juleps for the Kentucky Derby party.
- - have to wash Bubba’s clothes for the tractor pull.
- - have to polish my silver service before the Wesley Circle’s tea.
- - have to bake a pound cake for my neighbor’s nephew’s ex-wife’s cousin who’s having a terrible time with her bursitis.
- - have to stock up on real butter for Paula Deen Theme Night at our supper club.
- - have to get the crepe myrtles pruned before the Southern Living photo shoot.
- - have to get my hair fixed before I go to the Winn Dixie (OH WAIT, MARTHA ALREADY DOES THAT).
I could go on and on. But I won’t, because I want to hear from y’all.
Now granted, Martha may have taken the grand prize what with working a recently widowed friend, fried catfish and church into hers (it’s like a Southern etiquette trifecta, really), so we’ll just consider her the standard-bearer and have ourselves a little contest.
So if you’re a Southern girl – or even just an observer of the South – come up with what you think is the epitome of a polite refusal, Southern style. Make up as many as you want, in fact, and post them in the comments.
I’ll take all the “entries” that have been posted by 6:00 pm Tuesday night (and that’s CENTRAL TIME, THE OFFICIAL TIME ZONE OF THE DEEP SOUTH), and I’m going to get three friends to judge them. I won’t announce those friends’ names until after the fact because, well, I still have to ask them to do this and all, but I’m sure they’ll be more than willing because my friends are sweet like that.
After they pick the “polite refusal” that they deem the most Southern, I’ll send the author of the comment a copy of this book:
Of course, I haven’t actually read this book, but I thumbed through it this past weekend in Mississippi and it looks absolutely adorable. You can read more about it here.
And in the meantime, I’ll get my friend Lea Margaret to tell me ALL about it, because one of the authors is from Greenville, Mississippi, and quite frankly there’s not a soul in Greenville that Lea Margaret doesn’t know.
As Martha would say, this is going to be more fun, y’all! Just more fun! We’ll just have more fun!
I may have to eat me a little fried chicken to celebrate.
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Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
-gotta help daddy get his coon dogs ready for that hunting trip this weekend.
-already made reservations for dinner with the sewing group down at the cracker barrel.
-gotta go pick up daddy’s mounted buckhead from the shop – they called and said it was ready.
-read in the paper that piggly wiggly’s having a 2-fer-1 sale and they got whole chickens on sale for 39c a pound!
-gotta stay home and watch the evening news to see if I need to pick up cousin Earl from the jail again.
Hee hee hee. Reliving my growing up days in Tennessee! :)
Love, Michelle
Oh Sugar, I would love to, but I’m fixin to hafta cook a whole mess of collards for little Bobby Sue’s Comin’ Out party, God love it.
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
* have been just plain stricken with the vapors and I musent go out lookin such a mess.
*have to go down to the Senior center for the singles mixer on Wednesday. I’ve heard that widow man Johnson is lookin mighty fine these days.
* have to get ready to start cannin’ my chow chow and then there’s them chitlin’s that have to be made. We can’t go having dinner on the ground after Sundey services without them chitlins.
*have to go down to the Walmark to get my fixins for the bake sale we’re havin over at the trailer park.
oh wait! I forgot one!
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
..have to go down to the pastor’s auction barn for the auction. Maxine says he’s gonna have a half price sale on those rice crispy treats your daddy loves sa much.
First of all, I view Martha’s comment as perfectly normal, which says a lot about me. :>) Now let Pooh think and I’ll get back to you…
I’m going to have to think about this one, but Lord have mercy I”m just so relieved that Rubena isn’t going to miss out on the fried catfish up at the church.
Well, giirrlfriend, I shore do ‘preciate you askin’ an all, but Joe Don always gets so befuddled on Wedsdays when he comes home to find no leftover catfish (I tuck extrys away in my bosum after takin’ Rubena to the church). I also tuck in some teenie weenie little hush puppies too…He says it adds flavor the way I do it, ya know? But don’t tell nobody, ‘k?
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
–Billy Bob n’ Peggy Sue is gonna finally get hitched down at tha ole’ courthouse on Wensdey and I gots ta be’s der’ jus’ in case they need a witness that they ain’t kin folks.
–Wensdey night is Senior nite down at the ole’ Bingo and the grand prize is a new set of teeth.
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because…
-I have to carry mother over to the Piggly Wiggly to get the fixins for the supper she’s planning on feeding to all the kin in town for homecoming week over at the church.
–that’s the night I have to bake a pie for Flossie Mae. Her arthurites is acting up something terrible. Bless her heart.
–Billy Bob’s already got us some tickets for the monster truck pull. We’ve got to run by the walmart first to get some new overalls for the occasion.
–I promised I would patch up Uncle Bud’s overalls that day so he can go calling on Miss Pearl over at the senior center.
–I’m meeting the girls over at the Piccadilly so we can plan the quilts we’re making for the county fair. That snooty Maybell has taken home the blue ribbon for three years running, so we’ve got to get our ducks in a row so I don’t have to listen to her crowing a whole ‘nother year.
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because…
…I promised LouWana I’d carry her over t’ the state line package store so that nobody from church would see her buyin’ the Southern Comfort to make Paula Deen’s punch recipe for the sewin’ circle.
…I got a bone in m’ leg.
Oh, and I thought of one more:
…that’s the same time as my appointment at The Kut ‘n’ Kurl, and it took me three months to get my weekly’s made for the same time as Miss Ada’s and you know I don’t normally eavesdrop, but you can’t help but hear Miss Ada when she’s under the dryer and I’ll swanee that woman tells everything she knows and since your Daddy’s sister quit talkin’ to us when I happened to comment on her new grandbaby’s beautiful dark coloring and how I didn’t recall ever seeing anything like that on their side of the family before, I don’t have any other way of knowing what’s going on with that part of the family since Daddy won’t pick up the phone to call somebody unless it’s Doc down at the salvage to see if he has any more Ford bumpers because it seems like he pulls one off at least once a month and I don’t have the faintest idea what he could be tryin’ to pull with the bumper of the truck but I don’t guess it’s any of my business and it really doesn’t matter because Miss Ada said last week that Mamaw was feelin’ poorly again and had gone back to giving away all the little do-nothin’s she keeps on that ledge that runs the length and breadth of that double-wide and who knows but that she’s really sick this time and you KNOW that when she does pass on that she PROMISED me her Rosepoint silverware, and yes ma’am, she meant the dinner set AND the luncheon set, but if she goes on and I don’t get there before Earlene that dinner set will be GONE so you see I really can’t join you this time, but bless your heart for askin’.
OMG these are too funny. Sad part is that I can read them perfectly too! (I’m from Ga)
I’ll have to try come up with something.
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because…
“…that’s the day the Junior Auxiliary is giving the tea for mah little Scarlett Jean before she gives up her “Miss Pink Tomato” crown at the Fairgrounds. She has the most DARLIN’ little dress picked out for it! But bless your heart, thank you for askin’ me! Oh, and while I have you on the phone, how many tickets can I put down for you on that magnolia quilt the Extension Club is rafflin’ for the preacher’s retirement gift?”
(I think I actually HAD conversations like this!):0)
LOL, in case you thought I was pullin’ your leg, check out this URL from my hometown in south Arkansas.
For real…..we have a Pink Tomato Festival!
http://www.bradleychamber.com/bradleypinktomato/index.html
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
- just remembered that’s the day we’re having the tires on the house rotated.
- got comp’ny comin’ after church Sunday, and I can’t have the preacher and his wife thinking we live like heatherns. You know her, don’tcha? Isn’t she the sweetest thing? But I tell you what, I would just die if she was to walk in here with this place lookin’ such a mess! You understand, I’m sure, since you’ve got menfolk to pick up after. My word! You’d think mine was raised in a barn, not that I’m complaining, mind you. I wouldn’t take a million dollars for any of ‘em, but I wouldn’t give a nickel for one like any of ‘em neither. I was just sayin’ to my mama the other day… hold on just a minute… BUBBA! Get down outta that tree afore you rip yore britches! I ain’t got time for no mendin’! Don’t make me take a switch to yer hide! Now untie yer sister and play nice!… I don’t know what has got into kids these days!
well bless my heart! I didn’t notice anything strange about Martha’s excuse either.
I hope they had cole slaw and poke salet at the church too. It just wouldn’t be fittin an proper if they didnt have cole slaw and poke salet. And it’s just too bad Granny died without passin on her dumplin recipe. Nobody evuh made dumplins better’n she did.
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
have to shell peas and shuck corn.
have to sit up at the funeral home with Great Aunt Eula Mae’s body.
have to wash the gravestones for Decoration this weekend.
have to help decorate the fellowship hall for little Bobbie Jean’s baby shower. She’s [whispers] pg, ya know.
will be watching the Auburn-Alabama game.
have to help the ol’ man skin his deer out and get the hide and rack to the taxidermist.
have to skin out my deer and get the hide and rack to the taxidermist.
Gotta quit and get some sleep!
Hysterical! I don’t dare throw my Midwest hat in the mix especially since I only lived in “Northern” Virginia and “Southern” Maryland and they hardly count! But if I were to contribute, I’d have to mention sweet tea. And that’s all I know! :)
Oh sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I have to watch American Idol and watch Sanjaya get the boot!
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
the lawn mower man might come by tomorrow and I will need to write him a check
I was listening to the scanner last night and I need to see if the funeral home gets busy today.
(funeral home is only a block away, next door to the very busy courthouse)
I have to give my dog and cat their hotdogs tomorrow morning
the cleaning lady is coming Tuesday and I still haven’t cleaned all the knick knacks on top of my kitchen cabinet. And it has been two days since I have vacuumed. She will just think I live in a pigs sty
forgot to add…….
——Because Billy Bob, Joe Ed, Linda Lue, and I are headin’ up to ‘Dega for da big Nascar race this weekend.
You are certainly free to wash my clothes (or dishes for that matter) any day of the week BUT…I have NEVER been to a tractor pull….lol
Too funny! I love it! Brenda’s response was hilarious…… tires on the house rotated! :)
I love this! Don’t know what it says about me, but I understand all of them perfectly!
I’ll have to think on me one and git back over here to post it…LOL.
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
…gotta make sure the ‘maters Uncle Joe drops off get in the house…he’ll just leave ‘em on the porch and the ‘coons will get them if I don’t get ‘em in the kitchen. That would be a waste of perfectly good ‘maters, donchaknow?
…need to put up these mayhaws before they go sour
…donchaknow that’s when BettyMae and Clovis are coming by to bring me those collards they picked up from JimEd? He grows the lahgest ones I’ve evah seen, and I don’t want to miss out on them!
…the Dollah Store is having Happy hour on that day, and do you know they are gonna have that Mighty Fine Toilet Bowl cleaner TWO for ONE? I can’t miss that sale; and everybody’s gonna be there, too.
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
– have to fix a pot of dumplin’s to take to the old folks at the senior meeting.
– have to help my neighbor Ida Mae get ready to move to Texas. Her son lives there, you know.
– have to help your Uncle Kurt get ready for the fish fry down at the fire station.
(all real excuses, courtesy of my 80 year old grandmother) :)
Well, I would just LOVE to come, but I’ve got to take Maggie May Ann to the beauty operator that day on account of she got her hair caught in the door way the other night? And I TOLD her that door frame was nigh an inch too short but she didn’t hear me on account of Lily Sue Grace was tellin’ her how she makes her butter beans because Maggie May Ann has been trying, bless her newlwyed heart, to learn the cookin’ and she’s jes havin’ a terrible time. You know her Mama, God rest her soul, woulda had her cookin’ just as pretty as you please, yes ma’am, if she hadn’t a been took with the pneumonia. And then that pretty little thing her Daddy took up with up and run off with that boy from the Roto Rooter and now I’m not one to gossip but I told Sophie Jane as soon as I met her I knew she was no good because you just can’t trust a woman who would wear white shoes after Labor Day, no ma’am. No class atall.
But how ’bout Thursday night, darlin’? Alice Kay closes the beauty shop early that night soes she can watch Grey’s Anatomy, so I know that night would be just perfect. And what can I bring? Some collards?
…got to get ready for the Circle meetin’ at my house next week. If I don’t get it sparklin’ clean, doncha know Earleen will be telling her bridge group that it’s April 17th and I don’t even have my windows warshed yet?
…we are late tilling up the gourd/punkin patch, and getting them seeds in the ground? If we don’t get ‘em done, there ain’t gonna be no punkins come Halloween?
….gotta watch Pat and Vanna….my show, doncha know. One of these days I’m gonna get on that tv and win me some money playin that game….and then I’m gonna give some of it to the church ’cause they really need to get the cemetery cleaned up. Did you know they can wash them head stones with a pressure washer and they look brand spankin new?
….that’s when JimBob’s show, RedNeck Adventures plays and he’s gonna be callin me to see ifin I watched it and what I thought about him and his boys on their adventure.(funny thing is this is TRUE!!)
OH MY GOSH….I don’t have one but I have to say I almost hacked up a lung laughing at Clemntines comment about the LouWana and the Paula Deen Punch recipe for the sewing circle….. THAT was hysterical – Nothing like starting the morning with a laughing fit!
THANKS!
That is hilarious! Having been in the South almost my entire life, I can certainly relate to those excuses and I think your Aunt “Mahtha” and my Mother are the same person!!!
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
…am the Rodeo Queen and we’re having our annual Wagon Wheel parade through Montgomery for the “Gahvenah” (that’s Governor in Northern talk)
…have to pick up Bobby Sue from school. Her gym teacher just called and said her water broke!
…it’s the start of the Peanut Festival down in Dothan and I already promised Mayva that I would attend with her church’s Saint’s Alive group. There’s a fella there she’s been wanting me to meet and for the life of me I can’t get it through Mayva’s head that nobody can take your Uncle Earl’s place, but she’s insistent so I’m just going to be polite.
Clementine simply must win. I’m a born and bred Yankee so I’m clueless, but Clementine definitely deserves top prize!!!
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
…invited Rita Fae over that night to fix up a batch of homemade pork rinds & cracklins.
…have got Jo Louise comin’over to do my hair. Since she’s already paid for the peroxide, it be a shame to put her off.
…already promised to watch Delbert & Charlotte’s nine kids that night while she’s at the hospital havin’ a baby.
…promised to iron Bobby Joe’s “Little E Rules” t-shirt ’cause the NASCAR race is on Saturday this week instead of Sunday. You know how he gets if he doesn’ have that shirt for raceday.
…promised to help Maggie take out her prom dress. I just hope she still be able to fit into it next month, if you know what I mean.
…got to vaccuum off the deer head mounts in the livin’ room.
Oh Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because…
…I’ve got to get those young’uns to the doctor. They’ve got that cough that just won’t go ‘way, even though we put a touch a bourbon in their bottles to soothe their throats, bless their hearts!
…I’ve got to make some cucumber sandwiches for Lucy May’s debutante party, even though, between you and me, I don’t know how that girl got picked for a comin’out party since she’s already been “out” all over town, if you know what I mean, bless her heart!
Alright, another lay judge casting a vote for Clementine. And now I want to pack my boxes and move to the south from waaaaay up here in Missouri.
I’m still thinking on this one. This whole thing makes me think of Chris’ Aunt Blanche, who could be Sissy’s sister. She’s in heaven now, but that sweet woman was the epitome of all things Southern. She was a LADY.
And not that you’ve asked me, but Clemntine’s comment wins my vote. That woman is quick with the wit :)
No witty Southern “polite refusals”, but I got plen-tee of redneck ones!
Anyhoo, the 2 authors will be at The Alabama Booksmith this Thursday autographing copies of this book and their first one “Being Dead is No Excuse…”
ROFL – oh my goodness….Clemntine’s last one is HILARIOUS. with Jeana’s comin in a close second :)
Oh my goodness! I’m totally cracking up here, way up north in Michigan. I’ve never lived farther south than the Chicago area, so I have nothing to add for a polite Southern refusal.
I’ve been lurking on your site for a few months now, found from Sarah’s In the Midst of It, found from Lisa Whelchel’s site. I had no idea there was such a huge Blog world out there. I just might have to start one myself some day. Thanks for starting my day with some good laughs :)
Now why didn’t I work the Piggly Wiggly in there somewhere? If I don’t win I’ll know why. Well, that and Clementine’s Southern brilliance. It’s that red hair, I tell you. Although I swanee I don’t recall seein’ that red hair on her daddy’s side of the family before.
(And it goes without sayin that when I say the Piggly Wiggly what I mean is that store that used to be the Piggly Wiggly but then Albertoson’s bought it out and then they closed down and Kroger’s took it over, but we still just call it the Piggly Wiggly except Norma Lou ’cause she’s new in town, just moved here from Ar-KAN-sas, I think.)
My land, my blood pressure.
There are just so many nuggets of Southerness that it makes me giddy. Martha just laid it down with the big three- church, catfish, and a widow.
My mother actually did say to someone, ” I just won’t be able to attend, because it is supposed to rain that afternoon and well MY HAIR appointment is that morning and I have to look good for a wedding on Saturday!”
Being the southern girl I am, I totally under stand that Martha had made a commitment to Rubena and after all she had to keep her word or the Rebena might thing bad of her and you know southern women have a reputation to protect she can’t have the neighbors talking that she told Rebena she would take her to the cafish dinner at the church and she intends to keep her word, what’s a southern lady to do?
I think all the reasons have just about been covered. :-) LOL
It is so sweet of you to ask, but I’m sorry I just can’t make it…
I’m gettin’ my hair done that mornin’ because Darlene was closed last Friday because of a family emergency…and my hair looks terrible. I missed church Sunday because I was so embarrassed and I just can’t miss church again Wednesday night. People will start to talk. It really needs a good wash and set and I always get it done on Friday but Darlene had a family emergency and she hasn’t closed her shop on a Friday since Hurricane Katrina… and well, I got there at my usual time, 11:00 and no one was there. I knocked on the carport door where the shop is, you know they closed up their carport about 7, no maybe it was 8, no about 15 years ago so Darlene could open her own shop because she was tired of working with Louise at Beauty World. Louise, bless her heart, she can do good perms but she doesn’t have a lick of personality. I think she gets that from her mama’s side…
But, anyway.
Darlene had closed the shop and left a note on the door. Her son, Billy Jack… you remember him, don’t you? Y’all went to school together. His sister was Marlene. She’s a Wilson now. She married one of those Wilson boys. Jimmmy Wilson, not Timmy. (in a whisper-Timmy is the one with the drinking problem.)
But, anyway.
Billy Jack had fallen and hit his head last Saturday at the weddin’ and they thought he was alright but I guess he must’ve really hurt himself somethin’ awful because now they say he has a bruise on the brain, I think they called it a concu-, comcu-,
But, anyway…
He got swimmy headed again and they took him to the ‘mergency room over in Waycross.
What?
Oh, he’s gonna be alright. I took some food over there…
What?
Why’d he fall?
Well, wouldn’t you know it! He fainted at the weddin’ and fell right into Rosemary’s Mock Pink Champagne Punch. That Lilly Beth finally caught the bouquet!
My most sincere aplogies. I had no idea HOW LONG THAT WAS until I hit submit comment.
I can’t stop laughing. What a great excuse!
Born and raised in good ‘ole Beaumont, Texas, so a true southerner, and I’m not going to add anything here, because honestly reading everything that’s already been submitted, from the likes of Clemntine and Big Mama, I will say the most gracious decline to an invitation I ever heard, from one of our pastor’s wives, from Georgia, she just smiled so sweetly, and simply said: “Thank you for thinking of me, I’m sorry I won’t be able to attend.” I still remember it as an example of how to graciously get out of all the things I do not want to be a part of. If I were to submit anything, it would include having the girls over to play cards, wash day, canning, cooking squirrel for dinner, and those would be right out of my history book. xoxoxo
Oh, Sugar, it’s so sweet of you to ask, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you because I…
- have to go carry an icy glass of sweet tea to my man who’s fixing to get that confederate flag into the back window of his dirty ol’ pickup.
- have a shopping trip planned to go pick out some pearls to go with that sweater set I’m wearing to the church potluck.
- have to go fry up some green tomatoes.
- am going to DOLLYWOOD!
(okay, okay, I know. I’ve never lived farther south than Steubenville, Ohio. but i know a southern bride that would just drool to have this book!)
Too funny!
Sugar so sorry can’t make it would love to.. Mabel and I fixing to go to the darling hat shop for the derby next week and yall know I have things to make for the fair ..Sugar I so see a blue ribbon wrapped around my little finger this year ….well off doll to the Owl to get the melt in your mouth treats for lunch…
Angel Mama
I thought of another reason–
Oh, heavens! If Martha left for the night her house MIGHT just grow LEGS and. walk. right. off! I know being the refined southern lady she is, her house DOES NOT have wheels!
The following comes courtesy of my Aunt Audine:
“Oh hon, I really can’t go because that sausage I picked up from the Piggly Wiggly gave me the “scoots” and this morning I looked just liked I’d been pulled through a knot hole.”
“go to the Winn Dixie”?? HUH? What in the sweet ranish is Winn Dixie? I thought that was a dog from a kids movie.
You silly southerners.
Jamie
OH, Sugar, I’d just love to join you but I can’t because…..
–It’s opening day of deer season, and I’m cooking up a mess of collard greens, chicken and dumplin’s, sweet tea and fried pies for the boys. They will be plumb tuckered out by the time they get finished skinnin’ all those deer they are sure to bring back.
–I’ve gotta go to the fox hunter’s club and help Pa round up his dogs that didn’t come back to the truck last night.
–I’ve got a garden to hoe, chickens to feed, pigs to slop and Ole Bessie (the cow) is about to birth those twin calves any minute now and she is going to need help!
–The Piggly Wiggly is having a sale on Collard Green and fat back and I gotta get it before tomorrow.
–I’m practicing for the seed spitting contest at the fair tomorrow!
I’m a Georgia girl – relocated to NC…….Southern by all accounts!
This is SO much fun!
Mindy
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