Well, Shut My Mouth

September 25, 2008 - 16 Comments by Mishelle - Secret Agent Mama

I have a confession to make, but I’m busy as a stump-tailed cow in fly time, so it’s gonna have to be quick.

You know, some folks say a whistling woman and a crowing hen never come to a very good end.  That’s why I’m gonna confess this little tidbit about [yours truly].   I tend to talk with a southern accent now that we live in Georgia. I may sound absolutely ridiculous, but I don’t care.  I love to say things like “Ya’ll; I reckon; I’m fixin’ to; Bless her heart; If you can’t stand the heat, get your ass outta the kitchen;” and so on, and so forth.   Secretly I wish that I was a true southerner as opposed to an impostor.  Lucky for me I married a redneck!

I ain’t gone back on my raisin, for sure, but I have to wonder if real southern folk don’t get their feathers ruffled when they hear a damn Yankee –like me– pretending to be a Southern Belle.    Well, here’s my take: A good attitude is like Kudzu –it spreads– and I do declare that, even when I’m pretending, my attitude is so good it’ll catch ya with your pants down.

So guess what?  I ain’t gonna let my mouth overload my tail, and I ain’t gonna bite off more than I can chew, but I’ll always be a sweet talking thing.  That I do certainly declare.  That being said, I best be off now.  I’m fixin’ to enjoy myself a tall glass of sweet tea.  And, honey, you know how much we southerners love our sweet tea.