My Wisconsin accent has gotten thick.  I have never noticed such prominent vowels climbing out of my mouth as I have in the past few months.  I sound like John Candy from Home Alone.  I sound like Mrs. Generic.  It’s kind of awesome, and kind of sad.  It’s a sad/awesome smoothie, blended together with coconut milk.  It’s probably time to rein it in.

Me, soon, inevitably.