Not Quite Right...

I know this Lady who's as southern as they come. Steeped in tradition, this aged Scarlett called me yesterday to let me know her husband's sister had passed away. So I rushed over on my lunch hour today, in the proper southern style, unannounced, bearing food and a sympathy card. It was the first time in my eight years of living in the south that I had managed to accomplish such a feat. Not only had I planned it out to the tiniest detail of making the escape without leaving any of us feeling awkward, I even managed to remember that the family was dieting and made sure I carried favorites that had been mentioned on previous occasions as being allowed on such diet. (I actually had to ASK some southern women a while back the proper way to do this food delivery thing, because it was all greek to me!). I pulled it off. I was so darn proud of myself, I sang with the radio all the way back to work. I did it right. Then, a block from the office, I realized what I had done that was terribly wrong. I can just hear the Lady snickering about it now...

"...She's wearing WHITE after Labor Day!"

(sigh)

Maybe I'll never get it right? ;)