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Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Southern talk

Tonight when I was telling our pet sitter how Tim and I both had colds, I said, “In fact, we’re fixin’ ta go to bed pretty soon.”

And I didn’t even realize it until way after.

Everyone says “fixin’ ta” down here. The black ladies at work say it: “fit-na.”

I don’t do the accent, though. That I’ll probably never pick up.


Blogger joolz said...

Um, I totally started saying y'all when I was with Kevin, because he did it and so did all his friends from Texas. I can still bust it out.

11:28 AM  

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