Picky, Picky

I've been told I'm picky. I only like Kroger brand dill pickles. I don't let my husband wear tall socks with a pair of shorts. I am also very particular about my name. It gets mispronounced a lot. A LOT.

However, I've mellowed. I've come a long way from the CHapter in my life when my mother, in an attempt to prevent me from throwing a CHildish fit, would introduce me as "CHandra, with a hard 'ch,' like in 'CHeese.'"

Cheese? That's the best CHoice she could find? Not CHocolate or CHerry or CHeerful or even CHUCK? Okay, so Chuck might have been bad, too. But now I will CHeerfully (or at least CHurlishly) answer to several variations on my name. I'll take "Shawndruh," "CH," and the ever popular, "Chawndriquah."

"Chandra," with a short a, like in "apple," is still not an acceptable CHoice, and "Shandra" makes my skin crawl. I only answer to "Cassandra" for one sweet little old lady, and CHances are, you're neither old nor sweet enough to get away with it, CHump.

If you really want me to be CHipper, CHange into your short socks, CHoose some Kroger dill pickles at the store, and pronounce my name "Chawndruh." I guess I should say that instead of being picky, I'm really quite CHoosy!

Is that spelled right? I guess I'll have to CHeck.

chOH well. chSUCh is chLIFE!