First and foremost in my mind: Janet Jackson, "I miss you muh uch...M-i-s-s-u Much..."
Then I think how calling someone Miss always seemed derogatory to me. I HATE it when someone calls me that. It's almost like they think I'm a little kid or something. When I was single and teaching I always had my students call me Ms. not Miss....not that there's a whole lot of distinction between the two....I just didn't want them writing out my name with Miss in front...UGH! It makes me think of some little old maid lady with grey hair and lots of doilies in her house. Probably a retired librarian....
Of course Mississippi is in my thoughts as well. MISS being the old postal abbreviation. My grandparents lived in Miss. and my grandmother's family is all from there. Yes, there is even a old platation owner in my past.....sorry but it's' the truth...my family had slaves. I had no control over it so please don't hold it against me. I would feel quite a-miss if you did.
Swiss Miss hot chocolate...Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I can feel the warmth in my hands and smell the warm scent of cocoa wafting up to my cold little winter red nose.
Lastly... things I miss. I miss Arkansas and the south. I miss my family, my dogs, my cat Helen who lives in Texass now..poor thing. My pre-baby figure. Being able to go to movies, sometimes teaching....lots of things...
Anyway that's my post for "miss"....