My mom has always been a source of gentle humor in our family. Whenever she got amazed or exasperated by something, Mom would try to say, “Well …” — probably meaning to eventually say “well, I never.”
Instead, all that came out was a “wuh” noise. Then she would say it repeatedly, in a sort…
This is soup. My awesome wife Dawn made some for supper tonight.
Author's note: I did not force her to cook this meal in any patrician/male-dominating sort of way. I'm pretty sure she did not feel coerced to do it and it did not betray her femininity to take on such a traditional conservative role…
My mom has always been a source of gentle humor in our family. A southern woman with naturally blonde hair teased out big, she always sounded like a female version of Hank Hill from the cartoon “King of the Hill”. Over the years, I developed a dead-on impersonation of her, including her infamous whooping crane…