Mower moved to Texas in 1988, I moved here in 1989. I hated it for the first few years, but never took the opportunity to leave permanently. A lot of that had to do with my unhealthy relationship with my mother, but then after I got married and not only cut the cord between me and her but also put it in the shredder and then in kitty litter to make sure I don't try to ever attach it again...but that's another blog altogether.

I think by the evidence presented below, we have accepted that we are stuck here. We have chosen it, humidity, mosquitoes, and big honking trucks and rodeos and all.

The front door:

The new light fixture on the front porch ceiling:

Between two front windows:

The front porch on the left:

The front porch on the right:

Our front hallway:

The wetbar:

The kitchen:

The cooler:

The back breezeway light fixture:

The bathroom:

And my favorite piece:

I don't know if I can really live by the expression, I wasn't born in Texas but I got here as fast as I could. But my kids were born here, family is here, and our businesses are here. It's also really cool to drive a huge truck with a Hemi and go to the Texas Renaissance Festival. And to say, and write, y'all like it was natural. Bye y'all. See?