While texting Kevin today, I mentioned an interesting fact about myself.
When I'm bored or just feeling good in a lazy sort of way, I unconsciously speak with a slight southern drawl. Keep in mind, I live in the northwest part of Oregon and have never been to any southern states.
Nevertheless, it happens.
When I told him about this, he replied in a very unique way. Here is his reply.
Kevin:
"What a strange phenomenon ;) Mayhaps... You were a southern in another life. A pioneer cutting across the country in a covered wagon... until you died of pneumonia one sad autumn night. The whole wagon train mourned for days, as you were their favorite cook. However, as they proceeded onward and eventually made it to Oregon, your soul followed them because of how strong your living ambition was.
Eventually Marina was born and you were like 'yo, it'd be pretty chill to be alive again.' And voila!"
Me:
"That's a lot better than my hypothesis about half my mom's family being from southern Oregon. :P"
Kevin:
"They aren't mutually exclusive :) so your wandering soul found a lady from southern Oregon and was like 'yo, I'm gonna kick it in this baby for a while and see what's up"
Me:
"This is going in a blog post for sure."
Kevin:
"Your life story: The prologue."
This is why I love Kevin.
~Marina
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