Dern-tootin'

I've become recently infatuated with the Minnesotan accent. It took me roughly 18 years to admit that such an accent existed outside the exaggerated examples of Ole and Lena and Fargo, which isn't even about Minnesota anyway.  No, I spoke normally.  You betcha I did. No accentage here. 

However as I spend time around just about any Minnesotan recently, I cannot help but notice long vowels and and sing-songy sentences running wild.  And the more I listen, the more I embrace it in my own speech.  It's gotten to the point where all I hear is accent. Most times I could not repeat what you said to me, however I could sing the tune of your song right back to you.

So the next time we have ourselves a little chat and I crack a smile, don't be so deluded into the belief that I thought what your joke was clever.  I'm probably dissecting your language, repeating in my mind your long a's and o's and altogether just enjoying the sound of your voice.  So tanks for da ennertainment, Mini-so-da.  An' you jus' go ahead an' have yerself a great day dere, don-chya-no.