This past weekend I enjoyed a lot of free food. And beer! On Friday evening I got to have dinner with my 3 favorite high school girls– my sister Audra, Hope, and Courtney.

Our meal was comped! I think God knew I could use some free food.

And God really must have known, because he provided me with more free food that very next afternoon! My father competed in a Rib-Off. He may have lost, but at a Rib-Off, really doesn’t everyone win?

Then Saturday night I got some free booze while I sang karaoke with Nenn.  And whoah, would not trade the fun times we had that night for anything!

I had to pay for my own food today.  It was highly disappointing.

I never considered myself southern until I temporarily migrated to New England this summer.

But you guys… I mean, y’all, I am southern.

The fact is that I only lived in Massachusetts until I was 7. And I have slowly been turning into a southerner ever since I moved to Tennessee.

It’s not so bad really. But everyday I am noticing more southernisms about myself. Like how I kind of miss that good feeling you get when you wave to people you don’t know while driving, and they wave back.

Don’t worry, I still don’t drink sweet tea like it’s water. I leave that up to Kalista.