Southern (re)Belle

Okay, I was born in California. I admit it. But that's kind of the South, isn't it?
Fine.
I now live in South Texas, and have fully embraced the life of a true Southerner. Y'all think I'm kidding? I even know what an access deer is.

Of course, it took some getting used to. I remember when we came here to look at real estate, my husband commented on how interesting it was to have "such a big college so close to the neighborhoods," - our agent quickly corrected him informing us that it was, in fact,
a church.

Nor will I ever forget the day our movers showed up from L.A. to unload our belongings- a neighbor saw the trucks and came to the door with a 9 X 13 pan of homemade lasagna, a plate of chocolate chip cookies, and a pot of coffee. I remember hovering in the doorway patting my pockets, and saying, 'How much do I owe you?"

Did I mention that I voted for Obama?

Whatever.