Meet Me In Mmmmble?
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 
February 8th, 2008 at 7:57 am
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.