If you’ve known me more than two seconds, you are well aware that I’m from Kentucky.
And I love him–my husband. But there’s one, well, issue–and it doesn’t even really count as an issue as issues go. It’s just. And I knew this going in.
He’s a yankee.
This means that he gets confused when I say things like, “Has the mail run yet?” or “What are you looking for? Well, if it were a snake it’d already have bitten ya’!” or “We might could do that.”
No one back in my raisins would be confused by any of those highly sophisticated sayings. Clearly, he is missing valuable linguistic skills which fall in the relaxed conversation category. Clearly.
This also means, and this is probably not the case for all yankees, that he has little to no appreciation for southern humor. I got my fix tonight, as I relentlessly listened to Chonda Pierce on youtube for hours while working on church-related projects.
Go Big Blue,