2003-01-23 - 2:01 p.m.
My mother has this uncanny ability to completely mispronounce and therefore massacre a word.
The other day, as we drove, she gesturedf wildly to a helicopter stationary in the air.
"Look! Look at the helicopter!"
"Uh. yeah, mom. Can you maybe look! at the road?"
"But it's...hoovering!"
No, folks, I didn't add an extra o by accident. Like the vacuum. Say it with me now. Hoover.
This isn't the first time, either. She'd be thisclose to me, and I'd look over, glaring.
"What? Am I hoovering again?"
Not unless you suddenly became a vacuum when I wasn't looking.
"Hover! Like cover! Rhymes with cover!", I'd shriek. "Not like the vacuum!"
"Oh. I thought you were saying like the vacuum. I always get it mixed up..."
Now I think she just does it on purpose to kill me slowly.
~j
+Badly Drawn Boy+
[New: The Postal Service EP-Ben Gibbard and Dntel with two covers. One by The Shins and one by Iron and Wine. Fantastic.]
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