Here is what Jeff Foxworthy has to say about the U.P of Michigan... If your local Dairy Queen is closed from August through May, you may live in Da U.P. If someone in a Gun Shop offers you assistance and they don't even work there, you may live in DA U.P. If you've worn shorts and a jacket at the same time, you may live in DA U.P. If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dia............led a wrong number, you may live in DA U.P. If "vacation" means going anywhere below the bridge for the weekend, you may live in DA U.P. If you measure distance in hours, you may live in DA U.P. If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once, you may live in DA U.P. If you have switched from 'heat' to 'A/C' in the same day and back again, you may live in DA U.P. If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you may live in DA U.P. If you install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both doors unlocked, you may live in DA U.P. If you carry jumpers in your car and your wife knows how to use them, you may live in DA U.P. If you design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, you may live in DA U.P. If the speed limit on the highway is 55 mph -you're going 80 and everybody is passing you, you may live in DA U.P. If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow, you may live in DA U.P. If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and road construction, you may live in DA U.P. If you have more miles on your snow blower than your car, you may live in DA U.P. If you find 10 degrees "a little chilly", you may live in DA U.P.

Funny he said the same thing about Ohio.

If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dia............led a wrong number..

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I think that goes for anyone, anywhere in Michigan and you take it with you when you leave :) Being from Michigan, it has happened to me several times.

By the way, I liked your post!

Me too. A friend of my son once dialed my number, and apparently didn't realize he was talking to senior, not junior.. (we have the same name, although technically there is no senior/junior)...you should have seen the look on my son's face when I approached him about his "plans" for the evening,

Ha! My daughter and I sound similar on the phone so I could have pulled that off in the past but I never did. She's a grown-up now so the opportunity is gone, oh well.

I had a raspy voice as a kid coz I started smoking at 7. So when I felt like a "mental health day", I called the school and told the guy that little Andrew is sick. This went on until I sped up the frequency, and then the order taker asked me, "who is it I am speaking with", I got scared, coz daddy was a real old school disciplinarian, and I said, literally, "my daddy."

I had my first cigarette at 4, which was the norm in those days, coz they gave cigs to kids instead of food, in the great faminous times after the war in the communist country where I was raised. But I hadn't started heavy smoking (30+ cigarettes a day) until three years later.

Until then, I never smoked more than 10 or 20 filterless "Nicotex Munkas" a day. The package showed, I still remember and can see with my mind's eyes, a muscular proletar on the artwork, as he raised his forty-five-pounds sledgehammer to crush capitalism, which was already sitting on his anvil, in the image of a fat banker in a banker's suit and hat, smoking a... cigar.