I'm a Georgia girl. I'm proud of that. I don't have an accent - I never did. Just a thing. But I'm proud of being from Georgia, because that shaped my life. It still does. We had snow. We had ice. We had tornadoes. We had a high crime rate. We didn't sit around in a bubble of nice people with a slow twang. That being said...
...for all the times my New Yorker coworkers felt sorry for "that southern girl" having to drive in the snow (uh, hello? it's not ME I doubt - it's you crazy soccer moms going 60mph over icy back roads with a cell phone to your ear - illegal in NY, I might add)...
...for all the times I didn't pay attention to the forecast and went to the grocery store on my normal night of the week, only to floor it past the packed parking lot...
...for all the times my school-teacher neighbors didn't have to go to work because there was a dusting on the ground...
...for all the times I had to suffer through the endless list of school closings on the radio and TV in the mornings...
The lovely Yarn Harlot has so eloquently said what I've been dying to say for years...
Here's a hint, you harsh New Yawkers. The term Steel Magnolia was coined for a reason. We kick ass when we want to. We're just more polite about it.
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Hey to a fellow Georgia girl..haha..Thanks for the comment..And good luck with the weather and the crazies..
I have finally had it up to HERE with all the northerners that have transplanted to Atlanta complaining about how bad the Southerners react to a little snow on the groud. When I was in Boston a few weeks ago, you would have thought the end was near and hell was about to freeze over! Those folks were so scared and paranoid about the snow - it was pathetic! I felt more comfortable with the 2 other "Georgia boys" I was traveling with than any of those folks that claim to have so much "experience" with winter. Bull-oney!
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