southern goodness

I really have no reason to have a blog; I'm not a missionary, nor am I in any particularly glamorous situation that others would be interested in reading about. I must then resort to the unthinkable. I must take the small amount of adventure and drama in my day to day, and grotesquely embellish it without hope of reform. The trip to the post office is now the brush with death, the kitten in the garage is now the little white lie that is getting bigger and hopelessly out of control, and the humid tennessee air is now southern goodness growing thick.