On one of the trips back and forth to OK City on Monday, we were traveling down the turnpike. I told Toby a story about a friend who missed her exit and was stuck on the turnpike. I told him that I thought "there should be places to turn around for those who miss their get off." Toby interrupted my story with, "Wait! Did you say miss their get off? You have crossed into serious Okie-ism!" He went on and on about what an Okie I had become, and we laughed and laughed. The thang is, it really doesn't sound that bad to me.