St. Louis Question

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If you should ever encounter a human from St. Louis, do not be alarmed if he or she asks you which high school you went to. This is the single most important question for every native of St. Louis, Missouri. It does not matter what you are doing in your life at that point, you will still be asked about your high school. You could be professor, a doctor, a Siberian Husky, or even a presidential candidate. None of that matters to a St. Louisan. Nope. The only thing that matters is your high school.

I will answer this question. I attended Ann Gafke's Teacher's Pet in Columbia, MO.

When my Human** went to Mizzou, she encountered many St. Louisans. One of the most stereotypical was one who would also ask questions like, "So, how much did your father make last year?"

Another thing about St. Louisans is that where my Human would pronounce the word "fort" and "fart" differently, a human from St. Louis would pronounce them both as "fart." So, "fark" = "fork;" "shart" = "short;" etc.

But a "woo" is still a "woo" world wide.

**Please note that my Human has her own peculiarities. She is essentially an educated hillbilly from the north Ozarks.

Yelling!

So I was yelling at Lex today. You probably know by know that it was because he was being stupid. My Human (who I think is stupid) decided to take a couple pictures of me before tossing me in my box. What's up with that????

It's 74 degrees Fahrenheit today. The stupid public school system decided early this morning to end the day about half way through because it was "too hot." I heard my Human discussing this (in the manner described as being that of a female canine) with her friend Large Oh. Now, my Human doesn't have any of those stupid hairless puppies, so she really shouldn't care one way or another about this. But she's all worked up over the school system. She'll probably blather on about this in her blog at some point. I heard my Human mention that this was a soap box issue for her. I hope so. I kind of like the taste of soap.