Friday morning my sister ducked into my room to ask me what I was doing.
“Waiting for Texas to catch up with the rest of us,” I said, referring to the fact that I was waiting for someone in Texas to get to work.
“Oh. …that might take a few years.” and she turned and walked away.
My family rocks.
Hey! We work plenty hard deepinthehearta.
HEY! My girlfriend lived in Dallas when she was little!
Don’t. Mess. With. Texas.
(Actually, I don’t give a crap what anyone says about Texas. I just didn’t want to feel left out.)