We were looking up some swamp tours for our trip to New Orleans.
Me: Y’all getton outta heah. (said in a Cajun accent)
Rich: Get offa my land.
Me: Hey, we’re doing a pretty good Cajun accent.
Rich: Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.
Me: It’s better than me trying to do a British one.
Rich: You get off my land
Rich: What was that? I sounded like Snagglepuss! This is NOT a Heart at Home!
*no offense meant to any specific accent.
We were driving home and Here Comes My Girl by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers came on the radio.
Me: Leave it there, I love that song. It’s my favorite Tom Petty one.
Rich: Not mine
Me: No listen, it’s brilliant. When he’s talking about the town being useless and stuff like that, the music is more harsh and solemn. When he talks about his girl though, the music brightens and becomes happy.
Me: I can’t help it if you don’t understand the arts.