Mosey On Over

The change is official - My Heart's In Dixie is now live and rolling at its new location! Please click the link, check it out and re-set your RSS feed so you don't miss a single adventure from the land of the Princesses, the not-quite-ready-for-SNL Knight, and me - the Queen whose tiara is always slightly askew. Looking forward to seeing you there!

The Big Move Begins!

Hello faithful readers! I've decided to make as many changes as my brain can take in the next week or so and move this blog to its very own site - just as soon as I figure out exactly how to do that. Heh.

And no, I don't plan on sleeping much in the next week, but thanks for asking. If you're local, take pity on me and throw me a chocolate bar or an IV drip of caffeine.

So, hopefully this will be my last Blogger-hosted post. Come Aug. 1, check out the all-new, totally snazzified, bedazzled and gloriously bedecked blog at myheartsindixie.com.

And in the meantime, check out a couple of fun Happy List ideas to close out my Blogger era. God bless you all and thank you for reading, commenting and spreading the word about My Heart's In Dixie. Y'all try to stay out of trouble for a few days, m'kay?

• This is my favorite new musical group, and I guarantee you'll love them, too. Even if you're not a country fan, check them out. Their harmonies are fantastic, and heads up ladies, the gentlemen half of the quartet are rather easy on the eyes.
• I'll probably mention this again soon, but mark your calendars now - "Mad Men" is back on AMC Aug. 16. I usually only manage to watch one TV show a week - "Intervention" - but I'll even forego that for a while to watch STL native Jon Hamm and everyone else on this fantastic show.
• Shameless plug - Happy Birthday to Me on July 28th! This is my last official birthday - beginning next year, I'll begin revisiting old birthdays by working my way back down the age scale. I'm Southern - that's what we do when we reach a certain age. And I am so there.
  

He's No Zac Efron, But...

Then again, I'm no Vanessa Hudgens.

But if nothing else, my dear Knight is most definitely goofy. How so, anyone who doesn't know him personally may be asking? (If you've ever met him, you already know.) Case in point (and as God is my witness, this is a true, unembellished story - as all my stories are. Heh. Okay, maybe not all - but my reporting on this one is entirely and mortifyingly true):

Over the weekend the princesses were enjoying a sleepover at their aunt's castle, so my Knight and I rapturously snatched the opportunity to do what any couple with young children do when relatives take pity on them and keep the children.

Geesh, not that. This is not that kind of blog. And besides, you get me within ten feet of anything resembling a bed these days, I'll be sawing logs in 30 seconds. Yep, I am such the object of desire - I'm sure Playboy will be calling me any day. Snort.

Anywhoo, we went to the grocery store to grab a highly nutritious selection of bad snack food we would 1) never allow the princesses to have; 2) never let the princesses see us eating; and 3) enjoy while sitting in the living room in front of the TV, which we never let the princesses do.

Oh, how I love being a rebel.

So I'm wandering down an aisle, debating whether I should get Double-Stuf Oreos and the Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream or just grab the jumbo bag of Dove chocolates and wait for the diabetic coma to overtake me, when up walks my Knight. Rather than some normal greeting: "What are you looking for?" "Are you ready to go?" "Will I really get sick if I eat canned chili with jalapenos and Fritos?" he walks up to me and says - loudly, getting the attention of several nearby shoppers:"Why, Mistie Thompson, I haven't seen you in 20 years! How have you been?" At which point he grabs me, leans me back in his arms and kisses me like we're Scarlett and Rhett from "Gone With The Wind."

But that's not the funny part.

After he lets me up from this dramatic kiss, he looks at me with this completely innocent face and deadpans, loud enough to hear across several aisles: "So, how's your husband?"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a snapshot of my dear Knight in action. And why I have a feeling I won't be invited to participate in the school PTO this year.