These are my cute inlaws—Joan and Daniel Sr.—the people who made my cute husband—Daniel Jr. And they are all blessedly Minnesotan. Heck, Joanie even hails from Brainerd, don't-cha know?
I myself am not Minnesotan, but I've lived here since 1990 and during this time I suppose I've acquired a few tell tale accent quirks that give my geographical location away. I was recently with some friends who took great pleasure in calling me out every time I let out a Fargo-esque "Ohhhh" or "Yaaaaaa."
At this point, coming from Seattle (where I swear to you, people have NO discernible accent), then going to Texas (where I swear to you, people have MAJORLY AWESOME accents), then landing here in the land of 10,000 lakes and super longish vowels, I never really stood a chance.
I present Exhibit A: a typical phone message from my father-in-law: (You'll need QuickTime to hear it.)
Just you try to fight those vowels for 19 years, and then we'll see who has the accent and who doesn't.
(Love you, Papa!)
