I wish I had a southern accent.
My last client of the night was up visiting her daughter from North Carolina and I couldn’t help but envy that southern drawl. It’s like words hang suspended in the mouth for a while and – magically – no matter how unpleasant the content of the conversation is, that accent naturally implies an understood, “…but I really don’t mean it in the worst way.”
It takes all of about 15 minutes with a southerner before I start slowing down myself.
Upon arriving home tonight, however, I lost my southern accent for the howling sounds of a wolf pack. Esther and I needed to express how much we missed each other, so we carried on for a while.
AAAAaaaaaOOoooOoOOoOoooo!
Southern?
Wolf?
Square Piece?
*shrug*
Depends on the day, I guess… Or the hour.
Very cute! I can picture you and Esther trying to communicate and feeding off each others energy in the process. 🙂 So funny!
🙂
LOL
I actually look forward to hearing her howl her “mommy’s home! where have you been? mommy’s home!! where have you been?? oh, it doesn’t matter!!! mommy’s home!!!” greeting when we’re talking on the phone 🙂
It’s just the language of pure delight!
Being in Georgia, I prefer the language Rocky and I share over the southern drawl! Just saying 🙂
Awwww Esther. She’s so sweet. <3 Speaking of accents, at least once a week a table will ask me "where are you from?". Maybe even twice a week. It is soooooo annoying. Only because then, I tell them that I live in Woodstock but they are like "No, where are you FROM?" So then I get to tell them that I was born in KY, went to 9 different schools growing up, lived in MD, WV, PA and now VA and yes, indeed I AM an Irish gyspy. People just can't get over this so called accent that I have. In my mind I feel like I sound like everyone else around here. 😛
Manny, in no way are you anything like anyone else around here.