Enunciation matters

 

So I'm learned the hard way, my waistline's not the only thing I've let slide.  My enunciation's going to pot.

Yesterday morning the girls (aka, pups) and I were enjoying a rollicking version of "Jesus Loves Me, This I Know" when my cell's screen lit up.   Like the Alexa, I've become accustom to my Google Pixel eavesdropping.   [For instance:  The other night I rose from the dining room table telling Tom, "Thank you, honey."  Uninvited, GP piped up:  "You're welcome; I enjoyed our conversation."  Really!]

Anyway!  Back to "Jesus Loves Me."  Instead of, "Heaven's gates will open wide ..."  GP had typed, "Helen's kids will open while ..." 

Oy!  I've unintentionally been butchering the English language for decades.  It's cute when little kids mis-pronounce words.  Not so, my humiliation when, back in '68,  in front of all my friends I spotted this outside the Baskin Robbins .....

..... and exclaimed,  "Look, it's a _____ _____!"

Is there anyone among us who can't relate, just a little, to this girl?

And the more I over-think something, the worse it becomes!'

Here's a couple ordinary words that currently defy my ability to speak like a grown-up:

Rural Road

Phenomenon

Not to mention ...

How about you?

Are there words with which you struggle, when your tongue just won't cooperate?

Have a great new week, friends ... stay safe!

Hugs,

Myra