My Accent Down Here

It seems as though I am hard to understand down here. In one hour this morning, I was asked to repeat myself on more than five occasions. And with the girl's mom in town, it's finally been explained.

I was relating my disdain of Kerri-Anne Kennelly who spent some time on her equally tragic talk show, 'Mornings with Kerri-Anne,' snapping to the beat of the a cappella cover band 'Human Nature.' My ire increased as I continued my commentary on Kerri-Anne and Meredith's mom listened intently. And when I finished, Meredith looked at me and said, "she didn't catch any of that." Really? Really.

So my soft voice, fast manner of speaking (who's got time to talk slowly?), and American accent means always having to repeat myself.

Every once in a while, I'll have to say something more than once. But with the doctor last week, the cab driver yesterday, and then this this morning, well, I'll have to just do something about it. I'm already pretty laid back. To talk slower, well, I'm just not sure what that would do.

It is odd to think Aussies wouldn't be able to catch what I say. Oh well, I have always wanted an accent.