Happy November! I’m feeling excited about late fall. September seemed to drag on forever while October flew by. Now we’re ready to Fall Back tonight, which I love. Who couldn’t use an extra hour?
Before we know it, Thanksgiving will be here, then after that, the Christmas season, which will bring a new Christmas tree to our household. I’ve been promised that we can scrap the scraggly little ‘Charlie Brown’ one we’ve used for years.
I’m feeling a little rowdy tonight. We’re mere days away from Election Day here in the States, and who knows how that will turn out. It’s one of those ‘Would you rather…’ scenarios. Would you rather swim 300 meters through shit or dead bodies? Sigh.
But either way, life goes on, and we are who we are–tough, resilient, resourceful, and hopefully, compassionate. Can I get a big ‘Hell, yeah!’?
Tonight’s serenade takes me back to my roots. I was raised in Tennessee, y’all. And you can take a girl out of the South, but you can’t take the South out of the girl. South Florida does NOT count as the South.
Southern spirit is independent, rebellious, and loyal as hell. And it doesn’t give a damn about its bad reputation. And it doesn’t trust a city slicker as far as it can throw them. If you’re feeling of like mind this evening, come on and be a redneck for a while. You don’t even have to know every word to every old Bocephus song. We won’t judge.
Hug those you love and have a happy Saturday night!
Adventures in Date Night 
I’ll take the dead bodies, I’ve had enough shit already. Just sayin’
I love your rowdy👏🏻👏🏻
It’s bad. The little ‘You Are Here’ arrow points right between Rock and Hard Place.
Yep!