Well that didn't take too long. We've been in Texas for less than four days and already the word "Y'all" has invaded my vocabulary on a regular basis.
My mom is from Arkansas but grew up in California. I grew up in California so it makes me wonder why after a short time of visiting the south I always end up coming home with a little twang in my voice and a hankerin' for BBQ. Must be in the genes, or the water, or the beer. It sure wasn't in the Tex-Mex I had for dinner last night.
The good news I haven't been "Fixin'" to do anything yet, so I got that goin' for me, which is nice. Three more days of bodywork to go and then it's off to Tennessee. I've got the horns and almost all the vocab. I just need a great hat now. 10 gallons ought to do it.