Tuesday, March 11, 2008


I am an acronym maven...
I love to make up new ones...but I rarely use the traditional ones and I NEVER text them.

This might have come from a slightly-intoxicated-acronym-showdown last year, where me and a friend Joe tried to "out 13 year old girl" each other by only conversing in acronyms.

While commenting on my seemingly-seperated-by-blogging-twinsie (I'm going to start calling her that because I keep saying "me too" at her blog way too much...plus, it is my excuse to keep looking at her blog going "ERIN, WRITE SOMETHING!" and stalk all of her awesome links).

Since we are both dislocated southern women, I find myself saying to her "man, it Stinks To Be Out Of The South!" This is the phrase that pays...whether it is in reference to having to ween myself off of the addictive crack that is Chick-fil-A chicken, having my heart blessed less, or mourning the loss of our good friend, the Sun...okay not so much my good friend because me and the sun have to group date with Mr. SPF 50.

But let's face it folks...it always STBOOTS!


The Ben Show said...

Thanks for your post on our blog! It looks like we have similar interests (I also think my husband is darcy-esque).

Erin said...

You freakin' crack me up! I just adore you! And yes, it STBOOTS!

Erin said...

You know what I realized, I dont even know your first name, LOL!

Leigh said...

I love this post. And I will bet it does. Are you serious, no Chicfila up north? surely you jest?