I am currently sitting at my desk eating a delicious Chorizo, Tomato, pesto, and parmesan sandwich. It is delicious.
Today I called a hospital about a Birth Notification I received at work. While speaking to the woman from the labor unit I said the word 'birth,' and the woman actually corrected me with the 'english' pronunciation. Which is (hard to spell) said with a great deal less 'irrr'. I must admit, I was taken aback. I thought about repeating it back with an english accent, but in the end I just kept using my good ol' American r's. I suppose she could have been checking to make sure she was understanding me, but, honestly, what's so hard to understand when someone actually pronounces all the letters in the word. In 'english' the words 'shaw' and 'shore' sound exactly the same. When I say it...I pronounce the 'r' when there is an 'r'. It makes sense. It is audible. It is good.
The weather here has taken a turn for the worst. Although the sun was gloriously bright this morning, the air is cold as the behind of a witch (as my parents used to say), and it's getting colder. This weekend is easter. EASTER. The best thing is...it was cold in Memphis last Easter. I don't like the cold any more. I am not enjoying it. I like it when it's in the fiftees, but the forties are mean and cruel, and I want them to go away. So I can stop wrapping myself up like a mummy every day. I'm also tired of unwrapping whenever I go inside. goo.
Complain, Complain...I KNOW. I also have to go and make a spreadsheet...right now. Perhaps I will say more later. Because I KNOW you love my wingeing. I have to do my taxes tonight. hmph.
2 comments:
there they go again, trying to impose their englishness upon us. next time that happens, caroline, just tell them we already won that warrrrrrrr.
it's cold and rainy here. I might compare it to the small of a witch's back, or maybe the curvature of her hip only because it's a little warmer than other witchly body parts.
you've only got a few more weeks to go before you trade all your winter layers for one good coat of baby powder between your thighs.
I would've strangled that woman..thru the phone. People used to spell my name "Janner" because they actually thought I spelled it that way.
WankERRRs!
x janna
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