You understand the peace and serenity that only the rustling branches of a Weeping Willow can bring.
You know the feeling of peeling your sticky skin bit by bit from the boiling leather seats of a car in July.
You know, with absolute certainty, that anything can be fried, eaten, and enjoyed.
Honey, sugar, dumpling, pumpkin, and sweetie pie are usually not referring to food.
You understand the feeling of complete and utter satisfaction when successfully getting a big drop off the end of a honeysuckle.
You know that good food is even better when combined with other good food to make a casserole.
Talking to complete strangers in public is not weird — in fact, it's just good manners.
Speaking of manners, you were grounded multiple times as a kid for forgetting your "yes ma'am’s and "yes sirs.
Just because you asked for a Coke doesn't mean that you want an actual Coca-Cola. We meant Sprite, damn it! Fine, we'd like a soda
You've felt like you were actually suffocating from humidity. Is death by mugginess a real thing?
"You guys" and "you all" are just incorrect ways of saying "y'all."
You feel completely OK talking sh*t about someone, as long as you follow it with a heartfelt "bless their heart."
The squeak of a porch swing and the slam of a screen door will always make you feel at home.
It is nearly impossible to tell the difference between a snow day and the Apocalypse. Gotta get bread and milk before that one inch of snow falls!
You've tried (and maybe even successfully) fried an egg on asphalt.
Sweet tea is the only kind of tea. Get out of here with your unsweetened crap.
You're able to orient yourself based on which church is on what corner.
Telling off other people's kids when they're pitching a fit is acceptable.
Summer nights as kid were spent catching lightning bugs (fireflies to the non-Southerner) in mason jars.
Nowhere else in the country does biscuits better & don't even get us started on chicken biscuits. Sometimes you dream about them.
You know that all BBQ is not created equal. Do NOT, under any circumstances, get Texas and Carolina BBQ confused.
"Red on black, venom lack; red on yellow, kill a fellow" has saved the life of someone you know. Or it was just fun to say as a kid.
It's not a purse, it's a pocketbook.
You never, ever forget to write a thank-you note after attending a social gathering or receiving a gift.
What the hell is a remote control? Pass me the clicker or the changer, or don't pass me anything at all.
Taylor Swift ain't real country music (but we love her anyway).
The struggle of craving Chick-fil-A on a Sunday is so real.
You don't leave the local pool when a Summer thunderstorm rolls in, you just wait it out it out about half an hour until the sun (and humidity) is back in full force.
You take your whiskey and bourbon very seriously.
It's not a shopping cart, it's a buggy.
You can't see a bottle of pink wine without singing Deana Carter's "Strawberry Wine" in your head and smiling to yourself about Summer love and simpler times.
College sports rivalries are a religion to you. You're a Bulldawg or a Yella Jacket...It's 'Bama or Auburn. There is no in between.
You've caught a crawdaddy with your bare hands.
You've ridden pine trees.
The music from a banjo, acoustic guitar, and a fiddle playing all together is a sweet and perfect fusion of your favorite sounds.
Backyard bonfires are your idea of a perfect nighttime get together.
You don't realize how strong Southern accents are until you move somewhere else.
Fried chicken and waffles were sent from heaven straight to the South. (Yeah we know it started in Harlem but they were invented by a Southerner)
You know that no matter where you are in the world, if you run into a fellow Southerner, you've got a true friend.
Keep on keepin on y'all,
M n @