Copping Sharts
March 26, 2007 by Organic Mama
Today I easily found a sparking pot, er parking spot when I visited a quaint New England town for lunch with a friend. The insomnia monsters stirred up my head rather extensively last night, so my mind is not entirely connected to my tongue. As happens fairly often under these circumstances, I spoonerize. Spoonerisms occur mostly when I am brain fried. H0w else to explain the Ched Rot Pilli Heppers I listened to today (I switched away from NPR’s bloody drive for new sponsors week) or the wot bater wottle I sought for a stomach ache.
For the most part, I am fully aware of the nonsense that spews forth from my mouth and addled brain but I hang in there while it’s happening to see what I have come up with. My family is very amused by this phenomenon. AND I have passed the tendency to Boo.
Ponty Mython had some fun with them too…
