I Heart the South

Having spent a grand total of 36 hours in Charleston, South Carolina, I can confidentially say that I heart the south.  Here's why:

• Being addressed as "y'all."
  
• Sweet tea.
  
• Better yet?  Sweet tea vodka! Best yet?  Mixing it with lemonade.  It's like an Arnold Palmer that knows somebody.
  
 

• Palmetto trees
  
• Palmetto bugs (I don't actually like the bugs.  I just think it's the nicest way I've ever heard anyone refer to a cockroach).
  
• Seer-sucker suits with bow ties.  I was so taken with this gentleman that I pretended to be futzing with my phone just to discreetly(?) snap his photo.  I sure hope all ya'll appreciate the kinds of sacrifices I make for the blog.
 

• Calling your purse a "pocketbook" even if it's the size of a suitcase.
  
• Front porches with rocking chairs.  Arnold and I could pass many happy hours that way.
  
• The Piggly Wiggly.  If I had stayed three or four more days I think I could have legitimately started calling it "the Pig."  As in, "alright ya'll I'm fixin to pop over to the Pig for some more lemonade.  Anybody seen my pocketbook?"
  
  
• Trees that look like they're straight out of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.
  
  
• Manners: people use them and it's so pleasant.

There it is!  On the anniversary of our country's independence, I publish my declaration of love for the first state to secede from the union.  Woops.