Hey Yankee!

Dave and I are referred to as Yankee's. I tried explaining to one man that I'm from Nebraska, so I'm not really a true Yankee, but his response was this, "Honey, I grew up in south Georgia and I'm considered a Yankee in these parts.---You've moved to the heart of Dixie" (Whatever that means.)

So a few things happening this past week:

*First night by myself because Dave was on-call last night. My Friday night consisted of having Chick-fil-a for dinner, a glass of wine, worked on thank-you's and watched a Christmas movie. My idea of a good Friday night...did I mention I was in bed by 10pm?

*Another Alabama classic, which you could very well see this in Nebraska too I'm sure. But a little boy....about 3-4 years old, with a binky (pacifier, whatever) in his mouth. Which, I believe is a little too old to still be sucking on one of those, but anyway. Not only did he still have one, it was hanging around his neck by a Miller Light laniard thing. Like a neck thing that I believe are made to be used to hold keys? Yep, classy.

*And one more thing, Dave this week asks me where his towel is; and I tell him I probably washed it. He responds, "Jeez, you really like to wash towels!" I have to explain to him that he's no longer a bachelor and we do wash towels more than once every two weeks. Oh! And that reminds me of another story. He shaved with his electric razor, and he hadn't shaved in a few days. So instead of shaving into the sink, he shaved and let his red wiskers fall onto my white rug. (Come to find out, he didn't want to make a mess in the sink and on the counter.) I only noticed because I went to shake out the bathroom rugs that night and saw them all over. When I asked him about it he responded, "Well I thought about turning the rug over." Ahhhh.....

Dave's 'clean' is nothing compared to my 'clean'. I still love him though...