a while ago, i asked the hippie, "do you love me?"
he replied, "of course i love you!"
and i said, "why?"
i admit, i was in an insecure mood and feeling the need for some reassurances--it was probably pms or something. anyway--his response was classic: he said, "because you have a sweet ass and you make me cheese grits."
simple. to the point. and as my friend sonya said--pretty damned good for a Southern woman. i mean seriously, can i ask for anything better than that? love my hippie. :)
3 comments:
Awwwwww...
I pity all the people in the world who have never had cheese grits. I haven't had any in 10 days and I feel deprived.
Some people who aren't lucky enough to live in The South don't even like grits. Shocking! Those poor, unfortunate peeps...
Wear something that accentuates the positive the next time you stir the pot. ;-)
pants seem to work REALLY well--i don't know if that's the "sweet ass" part coming into play or what...
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