Monday, October 1, 2012

Yankees with my Yankee...

I hope no one takes personal offense to me calling my husband a Yankee. It's just an ongoing gesture that has stuck since the first time he came to church with me in Louisiana. We were dating--first time to the South I think.  Three different people on separate occasions called Andrew a Yankee when they heard where he was from. Andrew was shocked that word was still in the South. I wasn't familiar that it still was, but then again I had never brought a Yankee home before. 




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