Recently my husband got confused over two friends of mine who are both named Sylvia. He’s not around much and of course I am forging ahead making new friends in his absence. He has already met one Sylvia and she is from Newfoundland, Canada. If you know anything about Canada, we jokingly (or affectionately) refer to our Provincial neighbours as “Newfies”. So naturally, not skipping a beat, my husband affectionately asked if we were going to go see “Newfie Sylvia”. I laughed at this and repeated it to her for a good laugh. Then I told him, no, we are going to go see “Chinese/Italian Sylvia”.
After some thought, it occurred to me that we sometimes put labels on people we know to distinguish them from the crowds. It only makes sense that we would use personal characteristics of that person such as where they were from or what they look like. Well, as you can imagine where my brain was going, I had to ask myself what the heck are my friends saying to describe me?
No sooner did I ask myself this question and the second Sylvia came up to me and introduced me to her husband as the girl I told you looks like “Barbie”! Well, there you have it! I got my answer. I wonder if I should break the news to Ken that I am married to an Italian guy?