I texted my friend T. this morning:
"Wanna come to dinner tonight?"
I hadn't yet had coffee; in fact, I was still enjoying my Saturday morning in my bed.
He immediately called me:
"Did you invite me over for shingles?"
"I don't have my glasses on, and I guessed shingles."
"No! Bingo! I invited you over for bingo!"
"No! I said swing dancing!"
"SWING DANCING?!!" What time?"
"Seven. And there will also be dinner. See you then."
I like to call this intentional mishearing, or creative misinterpretation. It drives my kids crazy and they insist I need a hearing aid, when, in fact, I've heard them just fine. I love these little verbal jazz riffs! In any case, I started my morning with a hearty laugh, and can't think of a better way to begin my weekend. (But, alas, there will be no bingo, or swing dancing, and absolutely no shingles.)