Howdy!

The voice inside my head is a redneck.

Actually, I think it’s Jeff Foxworthy, who may not really be a redneck even though he likes to define them.

But, let’s get back to that voice.

I know that you are reading this and thinking, “Thank God.  There’s someone else out there who hears a voice.”

Yes, I do.  But I am not hearing the voice you’re hearing – the one that gets you sent to the mental hospital.  It’s that Jiminy Cricket, conscience voice.  Not some kind of God-is-ordering-me-to-blow-something-up voice.  Just a plain old inner voice trying to guide me in my daily life.

Only it’s never had such a distinct accent.  In fact, it’s always kind of sounded just like me.  Just more judgmental.

But, a couple of days ago, I noticed a change.

I was contemplating complaining about something out loud when the voice said, “Well you might just want to think about fixin’ it yerself.”

And, I swear, it was Jeff Foxworthy.

Coincidentally, I was downloading free Easter fonts the other day (bear with me – this is relevant), opened my browser, and suddenly was reading everything in “Bunnyhop”.

It’s hard to take CNN seriously in a Bunnyhop font.

I deleted the font, and everything was back to normal.

So, I’m wondering, did I somehow accidentally download Jeff Foxworthy’s voice into my conscience?

I don’t even watch or listen to Jeff Foxworthy.

How did this happen?

I’m pretty sure it has something to do with giving up Diet Coke.

I used to say that whenever people heard my Southern accent, they always wanted to deduct 100 IQ points. ~Jeff Foxworthy

Or it could be all of the Beef Jerky I ate during our recent road trip. Or the beer. photo credit: _dorothy_ via photopin cc

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