Is it shameful that I am addicted to Chrisley Knows Best? And I think, it might be simply so that I can listen to them talk. I miss my southern friends. I miss having conversations that include, “y’all, all y’all, do-flotchers, whatchamacallits, smallins, biggins, youngins, grannies, nannies, nonnas, memes, memaws, baskets, buggies, and swamp buggies. I miss stretching my short vowels, and laughing easily. Oh yes, I sure do!
I guess maybe I’m not addicted to Chrisley Knows Best, I’m homesick.
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