Just tell me you don't say wash with an "r" - as in warsh. Because my mother swears SHE doesn't have an accent either (born and raised HERE in Wisconsin she was) and she speaks much differently than I do. Which makes no sense to me.

I think I will go pawk my caw in Chicarger.

Dat's shi-caw-go.

So we get to my parents' house for a quick visit tonight and Keli says out of the blue (and I had not mentioned my comment or your blog at all) "I heard someone say 'warsh' the other day and it wasn't Grandma." And I thought my mother was going to sit on her (teasingly, of course). And the kid continues... "I REMEMBER! It was that old guy. Remember? I've told you about him mom... that old guy who dresses in loud shirts with big collars and open necks with gold chains. [insert Grandpa chuckling as he catches a look at Grandma here] He always wears these polyester pants with flare bottoms, too. He's pretty creepy actually. Do you remember me telling you about him?"

And I'm nodding very seriously and my mother is saying, "There are many people who say 'warsh'."

By now my dad is laughing but still trying to hide it so he doesn't get in trouble ;) and loud-mouth daughter (me, not the granddaughter) has to throw in, "Yeah. You and Aunt Nancy and the creepy old guy in the disco duds."

We weren't invited for dinner.