My daughter calls me Snobby Mommy.
There are times I can’t blame her. I seem to let my perfectionist ways dominate my thinking.
And that ain’t right. Because nobody is perfect.
Not even Snobby Mommy.
There was the time I was reluctant to shop at Aldi. Boy, did I do a 180 perspective change.
In fact, my haughty ways had me avoiding junkyards at all costs. I learned my lesson on that one.
See what I did there? I’ve provided links to older, relevant posts. You’re welcome. But please keep reading, because there’s more I have to say.
I insist you’d be Snobby yourself if you came across some of the silly, strange, scary events that pass before my eyes. Such, as:
Just the other day I received an email from a site that offers reduced-rate concert tickets. This one read:
“Maria Callas in Concert: The Hologram Tour”
WHAT? I read more to be certain…
Join us for a once-in-a-lifetime concert experience that brings together state-of-the-art 3D hologram technology, the greatest of Maria Callas’s digitally remastered recordings, and the thrilling live sound of the Lyric Opera Orchestra
Can this be right? To be blunt, I thought this great soprano was dead.
So I’m basically paying lots of moola to watch a poltergeist move across the stage?
Er, no thank you. Next, please.
It’s Fall, Y’all.
Fall season is approaching. I love it as much as the next chick. Bring on the pumpkins, fall colors and cinnamon scents.
I must remind others, however: We do not use the phrase “Y’all” in Chicago. It’s just not done.
Recently I heard that expression everywhere while visiting Louisville, KY. It was charming. Everywhere I went, people were so friendly.
“How y’all doin’?” folks asked me, with an unhurried, almost romantic drawl.
“Fine, thank you,” I replied in my robotic/nasal tone.
But that’s where it ends. So, please, if you live north of Bourbonnais, IL, do not put up cute plaques or buy door mats that read:
Instead, go get yo’self a Chicago flag and hang dat up.
SNOBBY RANT OVER.
Thank you for reading – PIZZA FOR BREAKFAST
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