I'm officially in the deep(er) south now. And let me tell you, my accent is giving me away that I am not from here.
First, when we were traveling from in the longest state ever (aka Tennessee) the lady at the gas station stated, "You aren't from here..are you?" Once I said no, she said that my accent gave me away. My accent?! I don't have an accent-ha!
When we registered Jax for school on Friday and the lady in the office told us that his teacher was Ms. Lallllll. I felt dumb asking her to repeat it so I figured I would look it up on his papers when I got in the car. Again, the whole accent thing is getting in the way. His teacher's name is spelled Ms. Lyle which I would pronounce LY-ul. But down here is Lallll.
Which is funny because this brought me back to the time when I was dating Justin and we were talking and he said the word "ollll." Even based on the conversation topic, I still couldn't figure out what he was talking about. I finally had to tell him I had no idea what he was saying. To which is he described it as "what you put in the car engine." Finally, it clicked. He meant "oil." Which us Washingtonians would say OY-ul.
Clearly, I'm on an accent learning curve here and it's really entertaining me. I wonder how long it's going to take for the kids and me to start picking it up! (I think Justin's already eased back into it!)