GrammaJan?
Or I don't get out of bed.
LIES! Our imagination has you doing all kinds of crazy dancing with your bunny slippers on and the back up cats.
We can all thank your vivid imagination for getting you out of bed each day.
(Idk what she was listening to but she was gettin' it!) Honestly, I wish I had her courage and freedom of self. I'd really rather not be noticed and I'm not really that outgoing. It's easy here because I get to hide behind the screen and there's little or no chance any of you will ever meet ME. You wouldn't believe the courage I had to muster up to make my first comments on this site. At work it's just a job, so...kind of an act.
Looks like Jan might have done a little Go-Go Dancing at some point in life.........
We ♡ you just the way you are.
Thank you
We ♡ you just the way you are.
Those people laughing at her in the background only wish they had the freedom to let themselves go like she did. She could have cared less what they thought or if they were laughing because she was laughing on the inside......and not at another human being. When you feel it, sometimes you just have to express it.
I do not have an opinion as I do not eat grits, looks too much like Cream of Wheat or Rice. I am a texture guy and that texture is a turn off. I never ate mashed potatoes until my wife put peas or corn or both in them. Give me a hot steaming bowl of oatmeal and I'll go hot steaming homicidal. Food like that just sits there if I put them in my mouth, I don't know what to do with it. Chew? Chew what? Should I just swallow it? Sorry, that ain't eatin', that's just swallowing.
I'll weigh in on the grits thing as a born-and-raised Yankee (always lived here within a 10-mile area). So anyway, my stepdad was from Mississipaaaay... and my guy was from Eudora, Arkansas... grits were in my world. Didn't care for them as a child since my stepdad MADE us eat them the way he liked them, with runny egg yolk swirled in, etc. I literally threw them up, in his car, on the way to church, an act for which I was soundly punished because I "did it on purpose". As an adult I made them for my guy. He liked them with butter mixed in, and sometimes cream. I like them that way, no other mix-ins. (Side note, never never never instant grits. You gotta put the "love" into them by cooking 'em up right for the ones you're making them for.) Haven't had them since he passed away...interesting I hadn't thought of that until just now.
Nah, you're still a card-carrying member of the Southern states. The fact you referred to it as grits and not polenta is a dead giveaway.
