I think I’d be good at Advertising, I really do. For instance: Pizza is not a health food. It’s a heart attack on a plate really with carbs and cholesterol etc. However if I describe it as a rustic base of ancient grains, enrobed with a blend of sun ripened tomatoes and artisanal cheese it sounds doctor recommended. People will buy any bull really.
When dropping ones husband off to retrieve his car after an inspection, there are certain things that must be done when you’re a Britchy. Proprieties must be observed. Such as waiting for him to cross the road in front of my car, dropping the clutch and revving the bahoogies out of the engine. Oh how I laughed!! On a side note, said husband has mysteriously acquired quite an extensive grasp of Anglo Saxon vernacular.
Muffaletta – I think it’s a sandwich but it sounds like something dirty. So does a Monte Cristo but maybe that’s just the Bill Clinton influence..
Try as I might – I can’t spell “slaughter” without “laughter”
Pointing the tv remote at your husband to ‘mute’ him guarantees a mute. Days of it in fact.
One of the scariest things is me with a bright idea.
And finally, I had a phone call yesterday from a lady who identified herself as Sue-Ann King. Say it out loud and you’ll see why I chocked on my iced coffee!