Southern girl at heart

I'm the first to admit that I'm a seriously pampered princess. My husband has thoroughly spoiled me. Sometimes I think I was born for valet parking, room service, massages, & pedicures. But really, deep down inside where it counts, I'm still a southern girl at heart. You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl. I grew up as southern and country as they come, and as much as I LOVE the Ritz Carlton, I'm just as happy barefoot swinging on a porch swing, drinking iced tea, and staring at the forest - or watching the hounds wrestle in the yard. My mind went down that road as I was driving home from the store this morning - all the windows rolled down, the cool wind messing my hair, and Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" cranked on the radio...