Where does the day go? My god, I'm self-employed and I run out of time running errands and answering e-mail! How do people with real jobs manage? No wonder our society is overstressed and overmedicated...
Also, Angus has apparently gone mad and is trying to make my skirt wrestle with him. With me in it.
God help me. I have gone native.
Today I had a craving for...deep-fried grit cakes.
Don't get me wrong. Can't abide grits in standard grit form. But there is a local place called Lucky 32 that makes deep-fried grit cakes, smothered in tasso ham with this garlic cream sauce and fried onions that makes my toes curl.
I think I'm still okay. As long as I don't wake up jonesing for sweet tea, or god forbid, deep fried okra, I'll be okay. (Yes, I say y'all, but in fairness, I have done that ever since my high school Japanese teacher pointed out that y'all was a very useful plural pronoun with no other English equivalents. Mind you, I do it a lot MORE these days...)