Jenny's Mondegreens

Last night I was hanging out with Jennie and Heather and Jennie was talking about how she has forever to go in her pregnancy--how she has 50 Mondays left. I spoke up and said, "That's impossible--that's almost a year's length of time and you're already several months preggers!" She and Heather looked at me and said, "Huh?" It turns out that she said she has 51 days left, which I guess to a pregnant woman is a really, really long time.

Also last night, returning from having vegetarian Indian food, Joe said something else and I thought he said, "Shame him into silicone," but it turned out that he said, "Shame him in his own home."

Tom asked me if, when I hear these ridiculous things, I sit and try to make sense of them until I realize I must have misheard. The answer is (in most cases) that I will hear what someone says contemplate it in my mind to see if it makes sense, and then if it doesn't make sense and if I feel that it is either important or if I feel comfortable asking those I'm with about the correctness of what I've heard, then I'll clarify.

Last night while on our way to have some vegetarian Indian food, Joe was talking about...something...a movie? I forget. Anyways, all of a sudden I heard him say "Cheech Marin, gift shopping." I thought to myself, "what??" and clarified that he actually said, "Cheech Marin got shot again."

(Thanks to Ryan for leaving me a voice message so that I'd actually remember what I said this time.)