I don't keep the fact that I am a terrible Southerner a secret. Here are some of the the blasphemous thoughts that have crossed my mind this week.
Why do I need 3 deviled egg trays when I have never actually made deviled eggs?
I don't need to put on makeup just to run to the grocery store, do I?
Am I the only one who realizes that Faith Hill's Mississippi Girl is just a countrified rip off of Jenny from the Block?
And somewhere, my mother is hanging her head in shame.....
Feel free to add to my list of Southern Blasphemies!