This will be it for today. Three posts on my first day of blogging seems like enough. I don't want to appear overeager, as if I'm trying too hard. Anyway, my story. I like to think that, for the most part, Southern women are blessed with a filter. You know, what comes up doesn't necessarily come out. We tend to edit our thoughts before we speak. But I'm beginning to rethink this. My friend Katie, who I work with, is pregnant. She's due at the end of July so, you know, it's obvious that she's great with child. Lately people have been pointing out how, well, big she is. People she knows, people she doesn't know that well, everyone seems to have something to say. For example, in the middle of June in hot, sticky, humid Alabama, you do not tell a pregnant woman who isn't due for a good six weeks that she doesn't look like she'll make it another week. Or that there must be one big baby inside her tummy. In fact, you don't tell any pregnant woman anywhere that she looks anything but amazing. Period. What's wrong with these people, these grown Southern women? I think it would be funny if she started telling people she isn't due till November.