Last night, Jack decided that he wanted to enjoy his dinner of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn, without his shirt on.
It struck both Durel and I as funny. It's pretty down home behavior. And so, we immediately looked at one another to blame it on the genetic material of the other one. We like to tease one another for the cultural underbellies that each of our home states has.
Me: It's like we're in Louisiana...
Durel: It's like we're in Maryland...
Jack: [I don't care where we are, so long as there's chicken, potatoes, and my shirt is off.]
I hope you don't care where you are today,