So while I was on my road-trip to Sedona, my two sisters and I were frequently asked “so, what part of Texas are you girls from?” Now first of all, let me say I LOVE being called a girl. At 54, 58, & 61, we just don’t get called ‘girls’ often enough!!
Second, I have no problem whatsoever being accused of being a Texan. I have always thought they had charming accents (for the most part, a notable exclusion being W) so being asked what part of Texas were we from was amusing and complimentary. The highest form of that compliment came from the Texas state trooper who pulled me for speeding and thought we were from Texas and wondered aloud why we didn’t have a Texas inspection sticker until he saw our Virginia tags (my sister’s car). And he was a black man from upstate New York whose accent deep in the heart of Texas blew our mind!