I live in a place that tons of people (on this site especially) think I should “just move away from” (due to its politics, not its cost of living).

Totally. I used to put my face right up to it too, to feel my nose prickle from the static.

I have no clue what I’d do with MORE SPACE.

Buc-ee’s for fudge and jerky! Czech stop for kolaches and klobasneks!

I always take out-of-towners to some kind of special showing/event/party/quote-along/sing-along/Master Pancake at the Alamo Drafthouse and, if nothing great is going on, I just take them to a regular movie there. They’re always like, “Wait... we’re going to a MOVIE THEATER??” And I’m like, “Oh, you just wait.”

I’ve been meaning to try Hruska’s for years! We don’t get down that way very often, unfortunately.

Honestly? They are pretty good but have gone WAY down in quality since Torchy’s has rapidly expanded to a million locations. They’re always mobbed at certain popular locations, and I have long since decided they are no longer worth the wait. But the queso? Still pretty awesome. I always take out-of-towners to Torchy’s…

They closed my childhood Fazoli’s, too! I was ruined when I found it was gone.

Racism in the states is out in the open and a regular topic of discussion. And, therefore, it gets ugly. So it might seem like there’s “more racism” here. But the casual racism that is allowed to go unchecked (or that’s even chuckled at) in other countries is astounding.

My own parents aren’t much better. We’re looking at houses but want to stay close to the city, and when I told my parents we were looking at places between 1,100 and 1,500 square feet, my mother audibly gasped and was like, “But how would you LIVE like that?” Gee, well we’ve survived six years in an 850-sqf apartment,…

The first time I dragged my fancy Dallas husband to Fazoli’s in Waco, he got food poisoning. I still make him stop there, though. He glares at me as I eat my pasta and breadsticks.

It is AMAZING. You must go and eat all the kolaches. If you arrive and see a line spilling out the door, fear not — it’s always that crowded. The line moves pretty quickly and the baked goods are well worth the wait.

The in-laws are constantly like, “Oh, Cousin so-and-so just bought a LOVELY house in [desolate exurb]!”

My parents LOVE Chip and Jo. For my parents, Chip and Jo are #couplegoals. They want to retire in Waco. I live in Austin, and they seem to think I’m going to visit them up there, and I’m like, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHH fuckno.”

Whenever my husband and I get in the car to drive from Austin to Dallas, one of us always says, “So... Buc-ees on the way there and Czech Stop on the way back, right?”

Open floor plans allow you to fit a kitchen, “dining room” and “living area” in a smaller space than you’d need if all those things are separate.

They have a Fazoli’s! I know it’s garbage, but I grew up on that garbage.

I just got a Facebook invite to a friend’s “holiday”-themed multi-level-marketing party. Yesterday. For Saturday Dec. 17. So far, the YES responses include the hostess and her sister.

Ours is Monday. I win.

My company did a Potluck Thanksgiving party this year during the day (12-2) and I was like why.