So I'm officially overly grumpy.
Nancy gets asked about her accent also, I've now learned. And she's what you call a white person. And the irony is, most of her life she's live outside the US of A, but she still kinda sounds like me, or I like her. And still, she gets asked. And she reckons it's just a conversation opener.
Mind you, that doesn't stop me from turning instantly grumpy and writing off the speaker as a prospective friend unless otherwise proven nice/interesting, but I can life with the knowledge that this is a touchy subject for me, and I'm an above-average grump.
A T-shirt or a button still sounds good; I just can't decide on the wording: "You Bet", "Yes, you do", "I know", "So do I". Oh, the possibilities...
OK, busy Saturday today. I'm getting off the computer now and live in the non-virtual world. As Gail the Weaver said: "It's weird being a person."
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It's weird being a person because people are weird.
Oh, ha ha. This is too wierd - I was thinking I need to go back to your blog and read up, paying attention, for about a year's worth, about 15 minutes ago!
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