We have hurricane days over snow days.
We drink Soda instead of Pop.
We track in sand over slush.
Our tea comes with sugar without asking.
And we have holidays y’all don’t have.
Actually I have to say this is the first time I have come across this myself. I grew up on the panhandle in Florida, then lived in the hell they call Texas, then off to South Carolina before karma dropped me in Ohio for two horrifically cold and frigid years. Then we moved back to the south and settled in Alabama…for a little bit.
Thats where we are now on the coastline in Mobile.
When Charlotte started public school this past fall I didnt figure it would be much different than any of the southern schools I had attended.WRONG.
I could do nothing but laugh when her new school schedule came home for this month:
You see, Mobile is the birth place of Mardi Gras. Not New Orleans…Mobile.
And apparently the school board has given Charlotte (and her entire elementary school) three full days off this week…you know, just in case she gets too drunk at the parades or something to complete her ABC’s.
For Mardi Gras.
And I just love how the following week they added a “teacher planning day”, because clearly there is too much debauchery this week to get any of that done.