Sunday, April 13, 2014

On being a Texan....

My step-daughter and her boy friend recently moved here.  The first afternoon they were here, I went to the grocery store and bought some things.  When I came back, he helped me carry in groceries. I asked if he would carry in the dog food, cat food, and cat litter because they were heavy. I'm not sure if it's how I said it or what but he asked if I was a Southerner.  I replied, no I'm a Texan.  He said, let me rephrase that, are you a Yankee or Rebel?  I said neither, I'm a Texan.  He thought about it a minute and said well Texas is in the South and I said no, Texas is Texas.  We were once our own country. I could tell he still wasn't sure about that but he let it go.  Last night it was brought up again and Neal told him there was no use arguing with a Texan because they will only claim to be a Texan! 

1 comment:

A Joyful Chaos said...

All the Texans I have ever met seem to share your view. :)