Sounds Like Beloit

So I have this story, and it just cracks me up. Why I am telling this to you: frankly, I'm sure the only other people who will find this even remotely funny would be my good ol' Wisconsin folks.

So here goes:

The Man of the House, in other words The Artist Momentarily Referred to as Warren Lake, that is My Boyfriend Mike, was eating cookies. These cookies had been purchased at our favorite local grocery store, in this case Murphy's of Sunny Brae, by said cookie-eater (that being Mike).

As he was munching these so-called delicious baked treats he wondered aloud what ingredients went into such fantastically scrumptious cookies (not very good ones, I'm afraid). Then he wondered aloud where these cookies were made, since they must have been shipped from "somewhere far away" or they wouldn't have needed such preservatives in them!

"BEE-LOW-IT," Mike said.

"What?" asked Naomi, that is, The Woman of the House, known by some as West Coast Midwestern.

"They are made in BEE-LOW-IT.... well you should know where that is, since it's in Wisconsin."

So, Naomi decided to look for her own self, and sure enough they were made in "Be-lo-it," that is Beloit!

After much laughing at a befuddled Mike, that is, The Man of the House Momentarily Called Warren Lake, Naomi (The Woman of the House) explained how to pronounce this mysterious little city in the southern part of the great state of Wisconsin.

But as the so-called Mr. Lake was more interested in eating cookies than in learning how to pronounce "obscure" towns from a state he is nowhere near to, the entire explanation was basically lost on him.

The End

(Oh, well, maybe he'll keep saying "Bee-lo-it," and I will continue snickering. One can only hope.)