Words

We all know that my husband is terrible with song lyrics, unless of course it's a rap song that came out between 1997 and 2002 and in that case he knows every. single. word.  I don't think at this point in his life he's proud of knowing all of those raunchy lyrics, but once in a while he'll bust out a line or two from Too Short.

The other day at Walgreen's were roaming the aisles and all of a sudden out of his mouth I hear him sing, "Little miss, little miss, little miss, little miss shake your money!" I looked at him and busted out laughing.  Joe, it's Can't Be Wrong, not Shake Your Money!  Honestly, these mysterious lyrics show up all the time.

Or he just says the wrong words.

Like when he talks about the strip mall he plows.  I don't know how many times and to how many people he has called it the strip joint. Not kidding. Just yesterday I asked him about his day and he said that he was trying to get a hold of the property manager of that strip join. WHAT?! Strip mall, honey, strip MALL! Two TOTALLY different things.  And I've heard him direct connect his employees asking them to make sure to clear the drive lanes of the strip joint in Eagan.  I'm sure they just get a kick out of him.

Now, two and a half years later, I know what he means when he tells me he put my face lotion in my brief case (makeup bag) and when he asks me to pick up some bottles of juice for him at the store (G2 Gatorade) or when he suggests that we should start biking the trail by the farmer's market (Fleet Farm).

I can see our kids as teenagers or young adults giving Joe such a hard time about his mixed up words.