So this week I went out to eat with Uncle Wray and cousin Travis (from Cat’s side). Wray (and Donna Sue) on Monday and Travis on Thursday. I knew Texans had that loveable southern drawl, but this really drove it home.
So I called up Wray on Monday during lunch to ask about where we could meet, where we should get dinner, etc. He thinks for a minute and says
“Meet me in Mmmmble.”
I’m silent for a minute. Mmmmble? I was reluctant to ask him to spell it for me. Who am I to say there isn’t a town in Texas called Mmmmble. So, I tell him that’ll be fine and immediately head to my computer to try and find a map.
Now imagine me sitting at the computer, Google Maps just waiting for me to ask it for magical directions… and I type in Mmmmble, TX.
Google in its infinite wisdom answers
“Do you mean Humble, TX?”
Mmmmble. Humble.
So I spent two evenings in Mmmmble, TX eating BBQ and steak (good steak! poor BBQ). You’ll always be Hmmmble to me 
We actually find that people do not understand us, since Aaron and I do not speak Southern. People are always asking us to repeat ourselves. We get frustrated because we think we speak clearly unlike the Southerners.