NSSN
When I was over at Phil’s house this morning drinking Chamomile tea and eating a microwaved cinnamon roll, his ex-step father’s new wife’s daughter Stephanie (Steph for short) came into the kitchen. Feeling cheeky, I asked her about her sweatshirt which said simply “NSSN.” She said it stood for Not So Slient Night, which made sense.
“Oh,” I said, “and here I thought it was Nissan without the vowels.”
Phil laughed and said he was thinking the very same thing, which only goes to show you that we were twins separated at birth. (Nevermind the fiendishly long, three year labor our collective mother had to endure. I won’t have mere facts standing in the way of an obvious truth!)
Happy New Year, all!