But at the end of a long day, there is nothing quite like the sweet southern drawl of a teenage bagger at the market as he says "Yes, Ma'am" to every thought I utter.
Call me weird. I melted.
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I'm blessed to be married to my own Mr. Knightley and to be the mother of five fair lasses and one bonny prince (aged 8-18). We are firm believers in the merciful love of God and the boundless riches of the Catholic Faith, an openness to life through both conception and adoption, home education lived and breathed throughout all of our days, and pizza and ice cream on Saturday nights.
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Well I personally love the southern drawl. It will always sound like home to me. But I also love the way Ohioans and Pennsylvanians pronounce the "o" sound. Makes me smile every time.
I just happened upon your blog from a friend of a friend. Your blog is hysterical. It has brightened my day considerably.
Thanks :)
Amy
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