♥ You’re the gravy on my grits.
♥ I’d poke a sleeping bear for you.
♥ You got more fire in you than a jar of ‘shine.
♥ A minute with you is nicer than a whole day at Dollywood.
♥ You rev the engine in my pickup.
♥ When we’re together it’s like Elvis came back.
♥ Mama was just plain wrong about you.
♥ You make me feel like doing donuts in the RV.
♥ Hens laid chicken nuggets the day you were born.
♥ You sparkle like a Sunday morning shoeshine.
♥ I love you to Walmart and back.
♥ You grabbed my heart so hard my ribs got smoked.
♥ I put your picture on my fridge right next to Dale Earnhardt Jr.
♥ You’re sweeter than the tea at Shoney’s.
♥ Why don’t we head up the mountain and I’ll make a pass.
♥ God, country, okra and you.
I’ll make fried green tomatoes for you any day! We don’t need sweet tea–we have each other!
… and we are actually having fried green tomatoes tonight!
Now, that’s love! And who says you can’t put Southern in a Northern boy? I mean, like, who?
You are both better than Emerson!
I thought I was already subscribed!! If not, I’m happy to be reconnected 😘
“Mama was just plain wrong about you” – hilarious!!! xoxo
Your love doth overflow like that of the chocolate fountain of the Golden Corale.