“All the bells and whistles” as “all the Belgian whistles.” Someone said this on a phone call I was on once. I had to put myself on mute to snort.
“Providence” as “Pro-VYE-dence.” That was my friend Victoria when she was visiting me in Connecticut from England a million years ago and we saw a sign on the freeway. I still can’t read about Pro-VYE-dence, Rhode Island without pronouncing it like that in my head. It sounds kind of nice I think.
“Fleur de Lys” as “Florida Lee’s.” That one was on the Real Housewives of Orange County the other day. I swear Alexis kept saying “Florida Lee’s” when they were eating at a San Francisco restaurant called Fleur de Lys. Did anyone else catch it? Did she?
A “pint” of milk, with “pint” to rhyme with “hint.” That was my sister Susie, reading me the instructions from the back of a package of instant pudding. She was five, so we’ll forgive her.
"Albuquerque” as “Al-ber-CUE-er-cue.” Ladies and gentlemen, this one’s a doozy, and it was yours truly who said it. I read it in a Babysitter's Club book when I was nine or ten. (Remember the Babysitter's Club? Which one did you want to be? I always wanted to be Stacey, the diabetic one who moved from New York, or maybe Claudia, the arty one who kept all that junk food under her bed.) Everyone laughed, but I still call Albuquerque "Al-ber-CUE-er-cue," if we're being honest, because it just makes a whole lot more sense. Only in my head, though. Out loud I force myself to say it properly.