You know you're from Louisiana when...
In your car, you use the heater in the morning and the AC in the afternoon.
You greet people with “Howzyamomma'an'emdoin?”
You don’t learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together.
Your last name isn’t pronounced the way it’s spelled.
You know what a nutria rat is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
You can pronounce words like Ouachita, Natchitoches, Avoyelles, and Tchoupitoulas and you make fun of people from other states who say them wrong. [I don’t really make fun of them, but I do point it out. Let’s add Bossier to the list cos no one pronounces it right except for us]
You pronounce the largest city in the state as “Nawlins.” [I don’t]
You know those big roaches can fly, but you’re able to sleep at night anyway. [They’re water bugs]
You assume everyone has mosquito swarms in their backyard. [Bonus points if you call them “skeeters”]
You realise the rainforest is less humid than Louisiana.
You discover that you can get a sunburn through your car window. [THIS HAPPENED TO ME]
When out of town, you stop and ask someone where there is a drive-through Daiquiri place, and they look at you like you have three heads.
You have flood insurance.
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
Your house payment is less than your air conditioning bill.
Your grandparents are called “Maw Maw” and “Paw Paw.” [I call mine Grammaw and Grampaw. Though I called my Grandpa Olive “Pepaw” and my cousin Brittney called Grandma Olive “Mamaw”]
You judge a po-boy by the number of napkins used.
You actually know what a po-boy is.
You don’t think it’s odd to see live crickets or firearms being sold at a gas station.
You actually get these jokes.