Adventures in the Awesome Dorkitude of My Family
My sister was wanting to cook something for lunch and reading a recipe to ask my mom if we had "Italian herbs" - Specifically "basil, oregano, s-savory, sage, or m-, muh, ma-ra-JO-ram...?"
"Marjoram," I told her.
"No, it's not margarine," said she.
"Marj-o-RAMMMMM," quoth I.
At which point my mother, who was washing dishes at the sink, began singing - "Ma, ma, ma, ma, Ma-rjoram. Ma, ma, ma, ma, Ma-rjoram!"
My little brother is sitting in the next room reading and he hears, recognizes the tune, laughs, and continues the joke.
A few seconds later we (that is, my brother and I) have "written" the following song -
"Ma, ma, ma, ma, Ma-rjoram.
Ma, ma, ma, ma, Ma-rjoram!
Mar-jo-ra-aaa-am!
O, Mar-jo-ra-aaa-am!
Please spice my ha-aaa-am!
O, Mar-jo-ra-aaa-am!
You've got me shakin' and a-stirrin'
Boiiiiilin' and a-bakin', Marjoram,
Ma, ma, ma, ma, Ma-rjoram!"
*g*
Yes, we're absolute dorks.
"Marjoram," I told her.
"No, it's not margarine," said she.
"Marj-o-RAMMMMM," quoth I.
At which point my mother, who was washing dishes at the sink, began singing - "Ma, ma, ma, ma, Ma-rjoram. Ma, ma, ma, ma, Ma-rjoram!"
My little brother is sitting in the next room reading and he hears, recognizes the tune, laughs, and continues the joke.
A few seconds later we (that is, my brother and I) have "written" the following song -
"Ma, ma, ma, ma, Ma-rjoram.
Ma, ma, ma, ma, Ma-rjoram!
Mar-jo-ra-aaa-am!
O, Mar-jo-ra-aaa-am!
Please spice my ha-aaa-am!
O, Mar-jo-ra-aaa-am!
You've got me shakin' and a-stirrin'
Boiiiiilin' and a-bakin', Marjoram,
Ma, ma, ma, ma, Ma-rjoram!"
*g*
Yes, we're absolute dorks.