My mom is a very optimistic, outgoing, friendly person. She has lots of friends and loves being around people. She also calls things by the wrong name - frequently.
Here are a few examples:
- Close by, there is a store called the 'Shoe Carnival'. Mom, of course, does not call it this. Mom can be heard saying, "I went to the 'Shoe Carousel' and saw the cutest pair of shoes."
- In town, we have an 'Ulta' make-up store. My mom is a big fan of this place. She often says, "I went to 'Ultra' and got the best shade of lipstick yesterday."
One night, per usual, Jeff and I were busy bathing and getting the kids ready for bed. I heard my phone ring, but since I couldn't get to it, it went to voice mail. After putting the kids in bed, I check my messages and I see it is from mom. The message says, "Michelle, there is a great movie on tonight. Casino Royale with Danielle Craig is on at 9pm. I just love him!" (Hilarious, no?)
Whenever she says the wrong name, I usually correct her and say, "Oh, you mean ____." Jeff will say to me, "Why are you giving your mom such a hard time?"
Now, the whole irony of the situation is I think I am starting to do this too.
For example, out running errands the other day, we stop by a fast food place to pick up some lunch. Jeff says, "What do you want to eat?" I say, "A hamwich." He says, "A hamwich?" I say, "I meant a sandwich." Jeff looks at me quizzically. I say, "You know what I mean!" (In my defense, I was thinking I might like a hamburger and a hamburger IS a sandwich. So, 'hamwich'. Get it? Ahh, I tried.)
Oh that Karma! She's a nasty wench.