A sweet little Canadian girl whisked off to the wilds of Tennessee by a dashing Southern gentleman, I now have to survive in a land devoid of Tim Horton's coffee and Shreddies, where tabaggons are worn on your head and toques draw blank looks. The words are the same but the language is different. This is my story.
Not really, but I have no other excuse for going on a long tangent with a guy from the Netherlands who was someone completely different then who I thought he was.
posted by Janey @ 11:14 AM
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I'm a no longer 20-something accountant who has somehow managed to squeek by without getting a pocket protector. A far cry from the career in instrumental music I was going to pursue!
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Yes, this land is devoid of Tim Horton's Coffee and Shreddies, but it does offer have milk in cartons instead of bags. :)
Excuse me...It does offer milk in cartons instead of bags. (NOT "offer have")
Don't hate me because I'm Southern.
:)
Got to check the cyber passports!
Anonymous (who I think I know who it is) - I love you mountain people! I must say, cartons have grown on me ...
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