Jun 03, 2009 13:51
I do believe that I am utterly, irretrivably Southern, despite my stay in California, and not just because I have been drinking sweet tea. For one, every time I come home, my repressed Southern accent comes back with a vengance. Today I actually said, to indicate that a particular location was not especially distant, I drawled "It ain't fer."
Even more damningly, I went down to the Walgreens yesterday to return a Redbox movie. For those of you who haven't seen Redbox, they are basically specialized vending machines that rent DVDs very cheaply, $1/night. We get them fairly frequently, as it is a good way to entertain the children. Anyway, it is totally automated, absolutely no human interaction. Still, after it accepted my DVD I said, loudly, clearly, and totally reflexisively, "Thank you!" presumably because you can't be rude to the vending machine.
In other exciting news, last night my sister and I hosted a mashed potato party. She invited over some friends, and we mixed up a huge box of instant potatoes, added food coloring, and sat on the floor making giant potato sculptures. The verdict? Messy, but the most fun I have ever seen a group of fourteen-year-olds have for just $6. It ended with them putting green mashed potatoes in their hair.
family,
southern gal