I have pronunciation issues. I’ve had them all of my life. There are certain words that I just don’t say correctly. Since my husband speaks that Queen’s English he loves to point out my mispronunciations. As soon as he asks me to repeat myself with a sly grin on his face, I know I’ve just mispronounced something.
For someone who writes a humor blog this can be a bit of a problem. You see, I’ve never pronounced humor correctly. I opt to skip the H. It just gets all stuck in my mouth and feels icky. Instead of humor, I say yumor. Some people don’t seem to notice at all. They don’t make a big deal of it and we all move on, but some people have a problem. They don’t understand what the heck I’m talking about.
The other day I got a pedicure (I know that’s so unlike me, but my mother had a Groupon thing) and the pedicurist asked me what I do. One of the things I mentioned was that I write a humor blog. I’m always trying to find new readers for the Mooch.
Me: I also write a yumor blog.
Pedicurist: Yumor, yumor. I don’t know what that is. What’s yumor?
Me: You know yumor, like if something is funny.
Pedicurist: I don’t know what that is.
“Are you kidding me? You know what that is. You’re just being a pain about the H.” That’s what I was thinking. That, of course, is not what I said.
Now I’m rethinking this whole humor thing. Maybe I should start a new blog about something I can pronounce. I’ve never had difficulty pronouncing the word cheese. There are lots of things you can write about cheese. My husband wrote a whole song about the subject. In case you don’t remember click this link for a little reminder.