Hush, Hush, Sweet Mushmouth

I'll be glad when I've finished listening to yet another book by William Faulkner.

Last time I was fixin' to, I mean getting ready to do laundry, this is what came into my head when I was about to grab the wrong laundry basket:

"No, that-air's the cleeen beey'n."

The other day, my husband gave me an autographed copy of the latest book by one of my favorite comic authors.

I thought, "Sho', that'll be some val-yuh-bull in forty year."