I write in English.
I think in English.
I dream in English.
I even speak in English most of the time, though you may have to listen closely to understand me with a southern accent.
So why are so many of my blog fans from Europe?
Yeah. My thoughts exactly.
Do the rantings, fumblings, faux pas, and life of a crazy white woman from the Southern part of the United States of America really translate into something that makes sense in the Ukraine? Or Sweden? Or China?
Can Europeans truly relate to the Bubbas I write about? Or the insane life I live? Do they know about red beans and rice, Mardi Gras, stilettos, ill fitting bras, and too many margaritas?
How are these people finding me and why do they keep coming back?