The Silent S

We made it to State College(I guess I need to change the header on this blog some how).  It was pretty un-eventful trip.  Kids traveled great, of course they were with grandma and grandpa the entire time.  We were missing the snow as none was on the ground until tonight.  We figure we had the snowiest December on record in Minneapolis and maybe we can have the snowiest January on record here.

We have had a few issues with our house.  Go figure.  Everyone we have had come do work has been really nice and done really great work at a lot cheaper then Minneapolis.  Tonight however we had to have our sewer pipe cleaned out.  As one can imagine sewer pipe cleaners are not typically rocket scientists.  Now I will preface this entire thing with the fact that they people doing work here were nice and did good work.  They arrived a little earlier then they were supposed to and we were just arriving back from running some errands.  So we get by the first little bit of chit chat and he asks me that he noticed my cell phone was a 612 number and where that was from.  I said oh Minneapolis.  About 5 minutes later as we are talking he asks.  Where is Minneapolis.  I said oh in Minnesota.  About 5 minutes later he asks where is Minnesota.  Is it out near Illinois(no silent S).  I say well a little north and west of there.  Then he goes on to ask me if it is cold there.   While this conversation is unfolding in my head I started to think holy crap after all this time giving Minnesotans hard times about there inferiority complex and the like that maybe there is a reason for it.  Oh and the fact that I wanted to grab him by the scruff of his neck and scream the S is silent in Illinois.