If they did, this is what they heard back east on our family reunion vacation for my Mom's 80th birthday:
"I can tell they are sisters because they don't want to share." said
my niece, Ana, observing her mom and I debating sharing entrees at a
restaurant.
Our waitress, when asked how to pronounce the name of the town we were visiting (Havre de Grace, Maryland) said, "Hav-ah-da-Grace, say it fast and don't try and fancy it up."
Said to me by my very wise husband when I was debating the purchase
of an extravagant camera, "What are you going to save the money for, an
extravagant coffin? The camera is on its way.
A week after my arrival, my cousin, for whom I've been house-sitting, called to warn me about the neighbours's
dog, Opal, and her love of stealing shoes from the front porch. Too
late. Caught in the act one night, in a very dark photo, but you get the
idea:
At Vulcan's Rest Fibers in Chesapeake City, MD, I said, "I don't really need any more yarn." I limited it to a one skein purchase:
Feza Nirvana: $9.00, 100% bamboo, 250 yards, enough for Knitting Pure and Simple's Little Girl Shrug.
Life's a Stitch 
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