I've decided that if I were given a chance to live my life again and it were impossible for B to be a part of it, I'd want to marry a Scottish guy. I hear a Scottish guy on the radio every Saturday giving football and rugby scores and I gotta admit that I get more than a little lightheaded from it.
posted by Dixie at 11:14 PM
Can a woman from Mississippi meet and marry a German quadriplegic, move there without first knowing the language, leave behind all she's known and loved and be forced to live without Hellmann's mayonnaise, stores open on Sundays, southern accents, magnolias, and her beloved family and friends nearby? Sure. Is it easy? Not really. Is it worth it? Most definitely.
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Scottish, yes. Irish, yes. British, yes.
But golly, I cannot stand when some heavily accented Greeks speak English. Luckily, my husband's accent is very, very faint, and more British due to study abroad (and now more American, due to talking to me so much). But his brother, yeeshk. It is so hard not to laugh when he is talking.
Ok, I'm cruel. I can't help it. It sounds soooo funny.
Hmm... is lust a spectator sport? :)
Oh girl, I can relate. http://www.cbs.com/latenight/latelate/
Is his name Jamie?
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