"Hey, you wanna move to Virginia? There are lots of special ed jobs in Richmond."
"Yes."
"No, really--"
"Yes."
"Oh, honey, we can't move. We couldn't sell this house."
"Why did you taunt me with the south if you didn't mean it, temptress?"
"When the boys are grown, we'll move."
"What?"
"I promise, when the boys are grown, we'll move."
"To the south?"
"Yes, we'll move to the south."
"And drink RC cola and eat moon pies on the porch?"
"OK."
"And sell all our shoes and buy banjos?"
"Actually, I was just going to say you might need a fiddle in some states."
If you're from the south, please don't puncture my dreams. I've listened to a lot of country music and Jeff Foxworthy routines in my life, so I have a pretty good idea what the south is like.
