Do You Know, Nope, No Way, Who?

So, I will be the first to admit it.  I am the worst specimen of a Sussex Countian on the planet.  Is that really that bad?  Seriously though, lately I have been inundated with the DO YOU KNOW? question.  Nope, no I don’t.  Never did, probably never will, and probably don’t want to.  And people look at me like I have 10 heads when I say I have no idea who they are talking about.  Honestly folks, doesn’t everyone die famous in a small town?  But a little bit of background on the person you probably think is an anti-social bitch or just downright stupid.  I am the first in my bloodline to be born “below the canal”.  My family is all from that hated part of Delaware that you all talk so negatively about and I just sit back and bite my tongue because most of the time some of them annoy me too.  It’s just my eyes glaze over when there are these kumbaya moments that make me want to throw up in my mouth every time I hear “Well, she was a Short but her mom was a Rogers before her cousin married an O’Neal and you know they lived in that yellow house right around the corner from the old button factory that is now that new car dealership that sweet boy Joe used to own before those transplants from Jersey bought it.”  I guess I am just stuck.  A sussex county dweller with a new castle upbringing wishing I was on a desert island with my dog who definitely has more names and a longer bloodline in my hometown than I do.  If you don’t know now you know!  Next time don’t ask me, ask the big dog in charge.  😉