A Canadian's Odyssey in the Smokies
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.
9 Comments:
Ha! You look adorable!
LOVE IT!!!!!
Darling PJ's. Don't you just giggle at the way they spell pajamas over there like Pyjamas? My mom who is brit would say one thing and the schools another!
WHAT are you doing up? LIKE I SHOULD TALK! LOL
Come chat with me if you can!
Hey I am there now....GO!
I'm a Jessica Hensley, weird.
Nice to meet you!
Pyjamas is how I spell it as well ... Canadians tend to spell a lot of things the same as Brits though ... I'm pretty good about not using "colour" and "neighbour" now when I write down here.
After my last note, I had to leave :(
That's my pretty Bee!
Hi Janey
Thanks for the comment. You look darling in your PJ's! Feet jammies, no less!!!
My slippers came right out of my backyard... You know - the Canadian "north".
Considering I'm not much farther north than the 49th...
Unfortunately, I was only able to get a glimpse of Rachel et al In The Attic while I was at work. The sound was too low & I was really busy & didn't get a proper lunch break.
Rachel looked great in her nightie!
I spell them "pyjamas"...
Love
Dale
OMG You have FEET on the Jams!!!!!!!
How darling is that! I SO need those it is so cold here. I guess I COULD go put a sweater on or some normal clothes instead of complain lol.
They are tres warm and comfy :) Complaining about the cold is half the fun.
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