Secondly, we were in New Jersey for a week, which is a very long time. So long, in fact, that when Dan arrived on Saturday I had re-acquired my Jersey accent. My non-descript New England accent has taken years to perfect - it is neither Boston nor New Hampshire, but I what think is a perfect blend of the two. But after a week of hearing, "Do you want a cup of cawfee?" and "Where is the dawg?" it was bound to happen that I would tell my husband to keep it under the awning. That is pronounced AWning rather than AHning. It was at that moment that I knew it really was time for us to return home.
So here I am, back from the break, with a new resolve to tawk about the goings on in the life of K. Rabs.