[the] Maid Of Honor -

Sweetened Ice Tea Is One Of The Things I Love About The South, Right Up There With Homemade Biscuits And Cheese Grits.

Hush Little Baby, Dont You Cry, Dont Cut Your Arms, Dont Say Goodbye. Put Down That Razor, Put Down That Light, It Maybe Hard But, You'll Win This Fight.

There Are No Absolutes In Relationships. You Can't Take Anything For Granted. You Can Count On Absolutely Nothing But The Unexpected. You Only Get In Trouble When You Start Thinking That You're Some Kind Of Exception To The Rule.

Even If We No Longer Have Much In Common, We Would Have Always Had The Past, Which, In Some Ways, Is Just As Important As The Present Or Future. It Is Where We Come From, What Makes Us Who We Are.

Then He Continues His Rant,saying, "and Even If I Didn't Know Them, I Know Their Type." "and What Type Is That?" She Asks,leaning Foward In Her Chair,yearning For Confirmation That He Gets It,that They Are Like-minded In Their Observations Of Others And The Circumspect Way They View The World. "oh,let's See," He Says,rubbing His Jaw. "superficial.artificial.sheep. They're More Worried About How They Come Across To Others Than Who They Really Are.they Exhaust Themselves In Their Pursuit Of Things That Don't Really Matter.