I'm on a roll here. Normally at this time I have been asleep for quite some time. I fell asleep on American Idol the last two nights in a row. Granted, the episodes were far from exciting, but I have a little crush on Adam. I am quite aware that I am far from his type though.
Anyway, Michael has asked me to look for houses in the towns of Lacey or Yelm. Allegedly, your dollar goes a lot further there in the housing department and it certainly looks to be true. But I cannot give Yelm a fair chance because of the way it sounds. Yelm. Yelm. Yelm. It sounds awful. I would never want to place an order for delivery and tell them I live in Yelm. I don't mind the word Elm so much, but Yelm disgusts my tongue when I say it. I don't know why. I like the name Lacey for a town though. But I truly don't think I can live in Yelm. Sorry, babe.
House-hunting online is a strange thing. I have my heart set to live in University Place for some reason and I don't know why. My heart has been broken one time in this process when the house I wanted was taken off the market. IT was in UP and now that is where I want to be.
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- sara
- Mom of two school-aged kids, wife of a military man, library worker. Trying to balance all three is challenging but fun.
3 comments:
I like Ylem. Don't you think it like a desert? Like one of those Yellow LEMon bars that you like so much? Yelm-Mmmm-Good!
That's what I think of.
"Yelm" sounds to me like the name of some kind of strange sandwich spread from another country. Like "marmite" or "bovril".
Maybe it's pronounced "yell-um"? Well, at least it's not Sqawigm (pronounced "squaw-gum"). Michael and Katrina, do you know where Sqawigm is?
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