Last week, a very hot, Texas week, I decided to mow and trim our lawn...at 3:00 one afternoon.
After about 20 minutes I staggered back into the house to guzzle ice water and cover my purple face with a cool cloth and thought to myself: "How do you spot a Yankee?" I've been in TX for 15 years, and I still don't have enough sense to take care of the lawn before 9AM.
Last week, a very hot, Texas week, I decided to mow and trim our lawn...at 3:00 one afternoon.
After about 20 minutes I staggered back into the house to guzzle ice water and cover my purple face with a cool cloth and thought to myself: "How do you spot a Yankee?" I've been in TX for 15 years, and I still don't have enough sense to take care of the lawn before 9AM.
Last week our friends were visiting and we were talking about meat. And big freezers. And how they have a big freezer full of deer meat sausage. I said "Oh, yes, I LOVE venison and used to eat it all the time in Michigan."
"Venison," Says Cliff, "Now that's one of them thar Yankee words. In Texas it's Deer Meat."
OK, two ways to spot a Yankee:
1) One suffering heat stroke because she was out at 3:00 on a summer afternoon mowing the lawn,
2) One who calls deer meat Venison. It's DEER MEAT.
Dang!