I married into this family thirteen years ago. And a half. They're quite southern. I'm quite midwestern. (Or maybe midnorthern???) It's mainly just entertaining, our differences. We've always gotten along quite happily. If you know Lee, you know that he's from...somewhere that isn't here...but you really would never put your finger on south Georgia. But give him some boiled peanuts and he will start talking southern.
(Well don't just go boiling ANY old peanuts.)
Even though I have been around for quite awhile, I didn't presume that I could get away with
making everyone be in a family photo while we were there for Christmas.
Well, I didn't MEAN to presume, anyway.
It's just that I knew it would be the perfect gift for Lee's parents.
After all, there's soon to be a wedding, to add another family member.
And there's been a new baby in the last year.
And good heavens, when we last had our picture taken...well, it was lifetimes ago.
So after the presents, I herded everyone outside. Pushy.
And unapologetic.
That's me.
