March 28th, 2011,
I don't know what came over me last night but out-of-the-blue I started talking with a southern accent. It was not a pretty accent either. I sounded more like a southern man than a southern gal. The kids started laughing so I kept on talking. Then they started to get annoyed so I really kept on talking. It was pretty fun to turn the tables on them and annoy them for once. I had never seen Julia do the dishes so fast! She wanted to go in the basement where she wouldn't be bothered by me anymore.
As I was talking I kept talking about Texas and oil and any crazy thing that came to my mind. When I was putting Ariana to bed she said we couldn't ever move to Texas. She said that in Texas they have to catch and kill their own food. There aren't any grocery stores there. I started laughing. She was serious too. I told her that wasn't the case and that there were grocery stores there. She still said she didn't want to live there because she didn't want to talk like that and I sounded dumb. I guess Ariana won't ever be moving to the south. My crazy talk might have scared her for life. Oops. Oh well. There are lots of other places she could live.
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