So I am not the most articulate person in the world. I commonly substitute one word for a wholly unrelated word. Just last week, in a Skype conversation with the Tribune, I used "humble" instead of "modest and still am kicking myself.
Exchanges with my husband generally go like this:
Me: Lee, can you hand me the car over there?
Mr. Swirley: (incredulously) The salt?
Me: Yes. Thank you. Sing song (this is what I say when he assumes I am an idiot).
I am not quite sure why my brain works or doesn’t work like this. Nature? Nurture?
My mom, Ardie Ho-Ho left the cutest message the other night:
“Ang, it’s me. Do you have a potting…not a potting thing. But...a soil digger…a plant pusher, you know? A spoon. A big spoon would be helpful. If you have a potting mechanism I can borrow I would really like that very much.”
I am leaning towards nature.
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