I’ve been gently reminded by my husband that it really isn’t Christian to say you hate anybody, even if you meant it to be cheeky and not seriously. So if you live in a place where you can buy frozen southern biscuits, I don’t really hate you, and I’m sorry for saying I did. Maybe the next time you pop some in the oven you could pray that I would learn how to be more honest and diplomatic and less of a drama queen. 😛