I went to PA one time, and everyone looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. The worst thing about my trip up north was I couldn't find sweet tea anywhere.
One southernism I remember gave my cousin (who was raised in Wisconsin) trouble was "over yonder".
I am an apostate southern gal. Don't like grits.
Louisville to mark the boundary of the grits line.
Yanks don't seem to know what sweet milk is either.
"The worst thing about my trip up north was I couldn't find sweet tea anywhere."
I am from Georgia and I married a Nebraskan. My parents came up to visit me in Omaha and my mother ordered sweet tea in a restaraunt and got the funniest looks.