Pardon my French...

I have a Bachelor's Degree. In ENGLISH. Thus the necessity to italicize, bold, and enlarge the words. By telling you this, I am basically saying: Don't mess with me or I will pulverize your sorry little brain with my big words.

Anyway...

Jeremy grew up saying things and spelling things phonetically. Which isn't to say that is a bad thing. I mean, it means he could read after all...

And he would say things like "Pellow" and "Sherbert" and other things that drove me up the wall. So, he would use those words thus: "I am going to lay down on my pellow while I eat my sherbert..." AAARRRGGHHHH!!!

So, Dad and I had a good old time disabusing him of certain ways of saying things, and mostly got Jeremy to stop making up words.

(I am not husband bashing, I promise! I mean, last night, Jeremy and I had a conversation that went like this: We were sitting on the couch just before dinner. Jeremy was observing his stomach and I was enjoying the aroma of our dinner in the oven.
"I think I have more girth," Jeremy said, pulling up some skin on his abdomen.

"Well, you were emaciated before...Hey, could you check on the casserole to see if it had coagulated?"
No joke. We really do talk like this.)

Anyway, you know the saying "Turn about is fair play" ?
It is so not fair.

Often, Jeremy tells me I can dish it out but I can't take it. That is very true.

I do think his criticism is a tad unfair though. I can't help what I am doing.

After dinner was over and the kids were in bed, we sat on the couch and chatted.
"It's really cold out..." Jeremy said, shutting the windows.

"Yeah, hopefully it will get warm soon."

Jeremy snickered.

"Waarm," he mocked.

"What??"
He smirked and said, "It's pronounced 'warm.'"

"HEY! I pronounced it correctly!"

"Waarm," he laughed again.

Like I said, a tad unfair.

I have a Californindianewmexiutahn accent, with some of my mother's Meeenisooootan. I guess that's what you get when you move a lot...