While talking to Mom today we decided this blog needed a series of posts about house you know you're in Texas. Like "you might be a redneck", only pertaining to Texas. All of these are true, and based on our experiences.
So here goes:
~You know you're in Texas when the Fourth of July fireworks start on the third of July. When it's raining.
~You know you're in Texas when you go to church and they sing more verses of "America the Beautiful" than you ever knew existed, while you try to figure out how it became a worship song.
~You know you're in Texas when the dead possum count on the highway reaches 15.
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