Slip of the tongue.

Again the inspiration from fellow bloggers. Today I was reading MappyB's Confessions of a Cartographer blog about sticking your foot in your mouth.
We know this is quite the regular occurrence for me and although, not so much the super thing to do, often it leads to a damn super belly laugh.
I remember the summer before The Mister and I got married. The Mister and his housemate, Jersey, decided to make dinner for me and The Mister's Mother, EMIL (evil-mother-in-law).
The Mister and Jersey had always joked about their three houseboys: Patio, Lettuce and Fallujo. They were common words, but the boys pronounced them: "pay' shee oh", "luh too' chay", and "fuh loo' joh". Say those out loud and you'll understand how the mortification ensued.
Dinner was lovely but please do remember this woman, EMIL, hated me from the get-go and to say the least I was nervous. The boys had outdone themselves and topped it off with a made-from-scratch pumpkin pie. They roasted a freakin' pumpkin, people. Damn shame they didn't throw that witch of woman in the oven, too. But I digress...
There may have been wine involved, but I had limited myself to one, lonesome, glass in order to keep my wits about me, Captain. Try as I might to keep myself from actually giving this woman an actual reason for her misplaced hatred, I tripped, stumbled and fell on my face in a blaze of glory.
As the boys began to clear the plates, I joked, "Oh, just leave those! The houseboy, Fellatio, will be around to collect them."