Geogria... Oooooh Georgia

Currently, I am spending some time in the dirty south. Although I flew into HOT-lanta, I am visiting my BFF Megan in Augusta. Augusta is a town that makes me sad. It is kinda dingy and dirty. I try to stay in her house as much as possible. However, when we do venture out to places like my love Barnes and Noble, I shut my eyes as we drive so I do not have to see places such as Krazy Leggs Kar Wash or Mi Mi and Bo Bo's China Express. They just don't seem right.

Now, do not get me wrong. I am having a grand time. We sit around the house, watching digital cable, drinking coffee, and talking about a variety subjects including faith, high school, and Britney Spears. Here are a couple of Megan quotes that still make me laugh:

"I think I freak out about too many things. I mean, when I came to pick you up at the airport, I brought a hundred dollar bill in case I had to pay somebody off."

Megan - "Do you think that the black people are looking at you?"
Me - "No."
Megan - "They are."

Yesterday, we were sitting in the front yard at the table with the neighbors. Kate, the one on the left, was telling us how pantys and a t-shrit are appropriate attire for fixing a dryer, and Gabriel (Megan's six year old) wanted to write a note to his friend Sage - who he calls Stage. He was trying to do it and began crying because... well... he can't read or write. So, I told him to tell me what to write. I don't really remember what he said, but here is what the note said that he delivered to Stage:

Dear Stage,

Come to my h-iz-ouse. Can you come to my heazy?

Your Pimp,
Gabriel

PS Keep it Crunk.


It was grand! You all have a great day. I will keep you updated on the DIRTY SOUTH!