I started teaching a friend's child to decode last week; introducing him to the world of phonemes and graphemes. I have to say it's been rather comical. Between my still quite heavy New Yawk accent and his missing teeth, we've been making up all kinds of interesting sounds! He is coming along quite nicely however, and that's a pretty overwhelming feeling for me. I'm privileged to open this whole new world up for him so he can read my blog someday. Winks
This next little tidbit is not for anyone who is under the age of 18 with a sense of humor over the age of 12. Follow? Waits for shrewds and prudes to exit...
Clears throat and whispers. So, y'know how I reference my frequent use of dirty words from time to time? Well, last night in the shower, whilst recalling my day, I burst into a most unladylike laughter. See, I was on the phone with a friend earlier, doing our usual yammering and she mentioned a particular female problem she's been having, but hinted that it might be TMI. I retorted without thought or hesitation, "No worries, after all of the troubles I've had before my hysterectomy, I'm the Twat Whisperer..." What the?! I haven't heard that word used since grammar school recess! And you know what, it still makes me chuckle. Yes, she laughed too, I just wish I could have seen her face.
Peace and randomosity