sometimes on the weekend cary and i might hit the grocery store and he’ll faithfully stand by while i agonize over package labels and ingredients. one particular saturday we were at our neighborhood supermarket and as i was pouting in the pasta aisle, lamenting the very sad fact that there was no orecchiette to be had, he reached for the ‘alphabets’ and said ”hey, i want these so i can spell out ‘i wanna kiss my girlfriend'” (which actually is close to, but not quite what he said – but for our purposes will do nicely). naturally, i found that rather endearing and grabbed the bag and threw it into our cart.
so on a night when my guy is working late, i’m fighting a cold and it poured down rain for most of the day this was my ambitious kitchen project:
obviously ‘world finer foods‘ who manufacture davinci pasta is struggling with the precarious balancing act of the letter I and hasn’t quite ironed out the kinks in this particular mold. i felt like a contestant on ‘the wheel of fortune’ desperately needing to buy a vowel. or perhaps it’s a more freudian explanation, removing the “I” from the conscious mind, disabling the ego which would in turn enable me to even buy davinci pasta as opposed to its shelf-mate barilla pasta, a far superior product - but alas not a maker of the ‘alphabets’.
and now, i just keep looking at the innocence of the simple statement ’i wanna kiss my girlfriend’ thinking it reads more like the question “u wanna kuss my gurlfruend?”
i suppose if i’d stuck to the actual words that cary had uttered that day perhaps a tad too loud amidst the aisles of publix, this whole linguistic exercise would have taken a much different path.
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