I've been home for just a couple days for Thanksgiving, and I've been greatly enjoying being back in the upper Midwest. I particularly appreciated this helpful sign posted on the door of the local Fleet Farm (sort of an agricultural Wal-Mart).
I'm almost happy I don't have any of my close buddies with me at Airborne, so at least this time I won't have to take the usual commentary on how much my accent has regressed northwards.
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Oh, man, we live in such different worlds, or parts of the US, it's funny!
We should switch for a week, and video-doc it.
I linked you & put up The Second Week of Deer Camp song by Da Yoopers.
Very funny. I have to share that with a few friends.
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We experience the opposite wrt dialect. Whenever we travel south to Texas (as we did this week), my husband almost immediately slips back into his southern accent. My speech doesn't seem to undergo the same change so I tend to tease him about it. It's funny, because I am the native Texan and he was a Navy brat. But I think he just has a natural ear for language and dialect that makes him easily pick up the speech habits of wherever he happens to be.
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