KG's Hideaway

My husband has a "thing" for my accent. I don't get it, I really don't. If you ask me, I don't have one, but my whole life I've been teased about it. Even by my own family. I live in Texas. Even worse, Ft. Worth, Texas. Worse than that, I don't even live in the city. I'm from the country. The sticks. My mother's family is from Nebraska, but my dad's family is from here. Get the picture? So there's this weird mixture in my family of who has an accent and who doesn't. I guess I do.

So anyway. My husband loves it, but he always tells me he can't hear it anymore. I tell him it's just because he LIVES here now and everyone has an accent. Hell, HE'S even developing one! I know that I tend to drop the "g" or "t" at the end of a word. It just seems pointless to say all the letters if you get the same result with less work. Get me?

I don't so much like my own accent as I really DON'T like northern accents. I know that sounds snobby, and I don't mean it to be that way but it just sort of gets on my nerves. I was watching A&E earlier and it was a show set in Boston (talk about a horrible accent!!) and I almost couldn't take it!! Don't they know how that sounds??? I'm sure they hate our accent, too. Don't they? They have to.

Now, on a not so positive note; I had a horrible night. Ryan's home sick. I've got a migraine (probably brought on by those accents) so I'm going to bed for some sleep. I only got about an hours sleep last night. Craig is still having to sleep in the recliner in the livingroom because of his surgery, so Ryan slept in here last night. She tossed and turned all night because she was sick. Well, since she was in here he damn cat was in here. Since the cat was in here the dogs tossed and turned and constantly were in and out of the bed. It was a fucking mexican hat dance all night. I could have taken on a night job and gotten more sleep than I did last night, so I'm out. G'night!!