I totally feel like I'm starring in the feature film "Bumpkin in the Big City." Dallas is massive. I mean, gargantuan. Did I spell that right?
The hotel is nice and everyone has been really friendly, but I guess I'm just used to my old neighborhood where everything I needed was 3 minutes away.
Oh, but hold the phone: Super Targets. Lots of them. These did not exist in New Orleans. I was beside myself when I saw them.
No cowboy hat yet, but I'll try to get one soon!
Oh, and Girard's parents want to come here for Thanksgiving too. Mom is not happy. My favorite quote from her:
"But Catherine, I feel like I can't drink as much as I want to in front of them." Yay for my martini-lovin' momma.
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I think we have the same mother.
Seriously.
I'm proud of you for picking up and moving--
maybe you'll meet Jessica Simpson.
-d
i would love Super Targets.
I think i would like your mom.
-m
Yep, the moms is fun. She's definitely the opposite of G's mom, whose idea of throwin' down is "having a nice glass of sherry."
Oh, and when we got engaged, she had a whole half glass of champagne! And was wasted! Really!
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