Christie: Lindsay writes an angry, righteous blog…
Me: What? No, I’m a nice person, I swear!
Me: Wedding budget calculator. Income. Wedding budget calculator. Percentage. Calculator.
Them: You’re a massive nerd.
Them: Wait, is it REE-dill, or rye-DELL?
Me: What the hell are you guys talking about.
All of us: Sha-vari chairs? Key-uh-vari? What is that anyway, frikkin Italian or something?
Christie: Rainbows and sausages.
Rogue: I’m going to punch myself in the face.
Them:*giving me compliments*
Me: You guys are the nicest people ever!
Them: What? No, we’re badass, we swear!
Them: It’s nice that you’re badass.
Me: It’s badass that you’re nice.
(Thank you Robyn Sherbotsky and Ted Mosby.)
According to Rogue and Christie, my South African – Kiwi mongrel of an accent sounds sexy to the American ear. I’m not sure I believe them. Certainly I don’t think either saffas or kiwis enjoy my deviations from their norms much. So it’s possible they were just being super nice to me again. They’re tricksy like that. They keep saying nice things to you and offering to do nice things for you, and then also doing them, and then the next thing you know, you really really like them and start to feel like doing nice things back. It’s how they suck you in. They’re selfish like that.
You can listen to the podcast and assess my accent for yourself here.