Before I moved here, I thought aversion of Yankees was some quaint antiquated notion that nobody, in this time of globalization and ever moving, took seriously. My first hint that it's not dead was Tami's mom, when I said I was hungry for chowder, giving me a look and saying, "Yankees eat chowder."
More evidence - just read of covenants in Georgia housing developments that forbid sale of land to Yankees (defined as a person who was born, or has lived fo rmore than one year, north of the Mason-Dixon line).
Oh my soul. I'll never be acceptable here.
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Wow! It's real! I always thought it was some kinda silly joke, a term they used for fun and not seriously, ha ha ha...
Yes, Yankees have chowder. They (what do they call themselves, if not Yankees?) like gumbo. =) Mmm. I'm up, and just finished my taxes, except for one thing that I have to look up. I don't know what happened - I woke up around 2:40am and couldn't go back to sleep - the weather was dry, my skin was itchy, and I was thirsty, ha ha...
...and then I couldn't go back to sleep. One of my fish is a light sleeper, so he's up with me. The others are still napping away. =)
So I did taxes instead, since I've been wanting to do them this week. Oy, it's late. I usually am done in February, the latest March, but this year has been extra overwhelming. But I get money back! yay! =)
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