I spent some time with my sister, Kimberlie, over the weekend. We drove down to Albany for a play our friend Liz's (aka, sister from another mother and father) step-daughter was in.
Kimberlie provided the in-flight entertainment.
In Starbuck's drive through:
"I have to pee."
"Me too."
"I guess we shouldn't be getting coffee."
"Why?"
"Because coffee is a diuretic."
"What does that mean?"
"It makes you have to pee."
"Oh. I thought it meant it gives you diabetes..."
...
(later, passing a car with a Massachusetts license plate)
"I'm glad we didn't end up moving there. I wouldn't be able to say my state's name!"
"What? You can't say Massachusetts??"
"No, I always end up swearing at the end."
".....?"
"Massa-two-shits."
"Hahahahahaha!! It's MassaCHuSetts."
"Massa-two-shits."
"Hahaha(snort)hahaha!! Ok, ok, let's practice. Repeat after me: Massa..."
"Massa..."
"Chu..."
"Chu..."
"Setts..."
"Tits..."
(i wish i could tell you she was joking)
"Ok, try this: MassaChu..."
"MassaChu..."
"Setts..."
"Setts..."
"MassaChu..."
"MassaChu..."
"Setts..."
"Setts..."
"MassaChu...Setts."
"MassaChu...Setts."
"YES!!"
"Stacie, I think I'm better off saying Massa-two-shits than MassaChu...Setts."
"You're right...just make sure you say it really fast."
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3 comments:
This so much funnier in print...it made me cry! I love my girls!
i like her way of saying that state better than mine! i always tend to say massholes....
Awesome. Love this conversation. I couldn't pronounce it either growing up.
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