Lent Day 41: Peas in a pod
When I sighed and said I needed to write my blog Eva suggested I write about the following conversation we had in the bath this evening...
Eva (in a perfect Southern accent), 'Hello, my name is Naked Terror and I'm going to give you a foot massage.'
Gingerly stabs one foot with her index finger.
Me in my best version of a southern belle accent, 'Hello there I'm Blanche and I haven't had such a good massage since I left Belle Reve.'
Eva looking at me judgementally with a raised eye brow, 'Blanche?'
Me, 'Yes. It's the name they gave me on the plantation.'
I stop for a moment to listen to what I think is gentle rain starting to fall.
Me, 'Is that rain outside?'
Eva, 'No sorry ma'am, that's just my accent.'
My how we laughed.
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