"Soh, Neeee-c, how be yoh moshunrife?" Miranda asked with a sly little grin.
I had no idea what she was asking me. "Um, come again, my dear?"
"How be yoh moshunrife?"
"Um, my what?"
"Yoh mo-shun-rife!" she exclaimed. "You know, rike yoh ruvrife?"
It clicked. "Oh! My love--my emotional life?"
"Yeah, yore moshunrife!"
I reminded my dear young friend that, as pianists, she should know how much extra time there is for a love life, and thus, I had not many minutes to spare for a moshunrife.
Then, with a shy giggle laced with more cuteness than an Anime heroine, Miranda whispered, "Oh, Neeeeee-c! I habbuh see-creh foh yoo. Yoo move ow Utah, gae sex!"
I laughed. Oh, how I laughed. "You mean to tell me the secret to my losing my V-card is moving out of the state?!?"
"Oh, yes, yes. Yoo move ow Utah, no prahb-rem foh yoo." Miranda explained, "At my dohm, we habbuh no cuh-tain on ween-doh. Across my room is an-uddah dohm room of berry sexy man. He walk rown aur time no shirt on. Sum time, he walk rown naek-ed" Then Miranda blushed and covered her mouth with her hand. "And sum time, he habbuh-nuddah naek-ed man in room."
"I go to crass wit naek-ed man. Sum time, he walk into crass berry rate and profess-ah, he grumpy and he say 'Why yoo rate foh crass?" and he say, "I don't hab time puh pants on!' So, see Neee-c? Yoo move ow Utah, gae sex!"
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Oh em gee Nic...sometimes when you're just browsing around on Facebook, you come across an old friend's blog post and you laugh so hard your co-workers look at you strangely. If that was your intention, mission accomplished.
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