Still, would it work if you were offering more than just soda choices. Could you say, "Want a coke? I have Coke, 7Up or lemonade." or is it only for soda?

That would be like

channels Aunt Doris Jane

"You thirsty hon? Whatchoo wont? coke, lemonade? Coke? We got Dr. Pepper & RC."

"You thirsty hon? Whatchoo wont? coke, lemonade? Coke? We got Dr. Pepper & RC."

Ha. That sounds like my best friend's Big Momma. I used to love going over to her house when I was a little girl because she had a never ending cavalcade of wigs. And underneath the wigs she had really long hair that she wore in two pigtails pinned up on top of her head. I cannot wait to be an old black woman and get my wig on!

"You thirsty hon? Whatchoo wont? coke, lemonade? Coke? We got Dr. Pepper & RC."

In my head, this sounds very much like Heather's short course in How to Flirt with the Bartender in Order to Ensure he Serves that Last Drink after the Bar is Officially Closed.

Big Momma

Aww that's my great-grandmother on my dad's side. She used to tell dirty jokes to all the kids in the neighborhood, and gave my grandparents a place to live when they got married and Mimi's parent's didn't approve.

In my head, this sounds very much like Heather's short course in How to Flirt with the Bartender in Order to Ensure he Serves that Last Drink after the Bar is Officially Closed.

Hee. Well, it worked.

Actually, if I had been able to introduce you to Cynthia, you'd know how very much it sounds like her. Southern-belleiest speech patterns evah.

That is awesome. I think becoming "Big Momma" automatically makes you about 50 times cooler than any other person in the room. In my imaginary life where I'd have kids, I would want my grandkids to call me Big Momma. It would go with the wigs and all.

Timelies.

Today, I am gronkified. Between the buffista excursion Tuesday night, and last night's SERENITY preview, it's been a looooong week. Satisfying, but long. Thank dog for the 3-day weekend. I plan on impersonating a pile of laundry for most of tomorrow.

I'm having one of those days where a couple hours after I got to work and the coffee had finally kicked in, I looked down and was all chuffed to notice that my shirt wasn't on inside-out or backwards.

And I remembered to wear pants.

And I just managed to score free pizza, because I forgot to eat lunch and thus swooped down upon it in the breakroom when its freebietude was announced on the intercom.

Did I mention that I'm high on allergy meds?

Freebietude might be my new favorite word. Right up there with highlistic.

That reminds me, I need to eat lunch.

That is awesome. I think becoming "Big Momma" automatically makes you about 50 times cooler than any other person in the room.

I agree, but is is physically possible for you to be a "Big Momma"?

I think in our fifties you and I should merge in some super hero fashion into a Big Momma entity. We'll bake pies, share wigs, and fight crime.