Last night at the dinner table, the inmates officially took over the asylum. The coup came in the form of the Weasels realizing that ganging up on mom is a great team building exercise. After having lived with me their entire lives, the discovery came to light for them that I have an accent.
It's true. I am an east coast girl living in the midwest. I have an accent. I just don't understand how they have only noticed this now or how suddenly it has become hysterically funny to them every time I speak. "Please pass out napkins" had them rolling in the aisles. They found it gut busting to hear me say such names as Erin (I say Erin, they say Aaron) and Hannah (I didn't understand the comedy here). I could not even say "Okay, just finish eating" without a roar of laughter. I'm thinking someone slipped them silly pills or they have been hanging out with Pooh Bear.
I had completely lost control of the room and just had to give up and walk away. Let's just hope that the joke gets old today.
Another quirk of speech around Weaselville is what seems to be an all out ban on adverbs. This makes me nuts. It's a midwest thing. "my clothes need washed" is like fingernails on a chalk board to me. "No, they need To Be washed" is always my response. I tell them constantly that adverbs are free and that they can use as many as are needed, like unlimited texting. Boy Weasel informed me that adverbs are spotlight stealers and that he refuses to give them any extra publicity. This is the kind of thing I live with daily.
On a positive note, somebody appreciates me. Oscar, of the friendliest cyber bar I know ~ Oscar's Tavern, has given me an award and I'm going to accept it as a compliment ~ No matter what you say.
“The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken - excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words. As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to at least 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all.”
I am not one to take any chances at angering zombie chickens, so I am going to pass this one like a hot potato. Congrats to the following bloggers of note.
All of these bloggers are real and raw, mostly funny but honest and straight forward. Great reads that I enjoy daily. The list is also not all encompassing. I wish that I could choose more than 5. See my blogroll for other deserving blogs.