Some of you guys are making me.... Well, let's just say... Moist...
My husband makes me walk on the side away from the street. He opens doors for me... I can't reach over and open the door for him in the car, 'cuz he's already opened it with the automatic opener... And he stands up, when I leave the table. I guess that's why I married him... Nothing like a Morehouse Man... And true Southern Gentlemanly qualities that are reared in the utmost of families... Hmmmm...