True Story
For your reading pleasure, an excerpt from a series of events last night while I was mildly intoxicated.
Becky (shows me a cute picture of Deedlit on her laptop) Me Awww… Deidre!
(She then looks at me quizzically and I realize what I've done)
Becky You mean Deedlit? Me Um, yes. Becky Was that a Freudian slip? When you say one thing and mean your mother? Me Yes, hmm. Let's not read into that one too much.
I'm going to blame this on the fact that she had an adorable picture of Midori up in another tab.