I have been told..."maybe once or twice"...that I have a Southern accent. Yes, it's true, I was born and raised in the South. But now I live in Iowa and it seems to be more and more frequently that people ask me where I'm from.
I say "Iowa"...they say..."no, really, where?" "Iowa". I'm pretty smart in that regards...I know where I live. Then they say..."okay, but where were you born?" Yeah, that really makes a difference, because them thar babies come out just a talkin' away. Don't they? Really, an accent? I just don't hear it.
I mean, I get a few looks when I tell my kids to stop lollygagging with the dawg and get in L.I.I.N.E and skid-daddle out to the car. Or com'on back here and get-r-done. But really...smatterwhichyou, I don't hear a thang when it comes to accents, ya'll.
(By the way, my spell check is broken on this blog, because when I went to check this post...a whole bunch of yella tar-neigh-shion just lit up all over the place - go figure...)