What a grand, illuminating story. And I know exactly what you mean. When I was little, I was playing the $20,000 pyramid with my family. The category was "hors d'eouvres". I read out Whores Devors. Like some bargain hooker bin. The roar of laughter that ensued paled me to shame. How very courageous of you Lisa. You are never afraid to teach people with your horribly embarrassing childhood (i.e. pink scrabble).

Ouch. I guess I deserved that. And also, Whores Devors makes me giggle. Who hasn't said that at least once? Stupid French.

Oh I didn't mean that to sound so mean. I'm sorry Lisa. I try to tell the horrible stories too. Like the time I was in a play and I cut the cheese on stage, and although I haven't told the story yet, the time I dropped a pair of my shoes four stories right square on some poor kid's head in his stroller in the Crossroads Plaza Food Court. So please forgive me. I love pink scrabble. I kill for pink scrabble.

My own pronunciation confession:
Spas is not pronounced "SPAZZ!"
Even though that can be good times.