My Grandma Hazel — God love her — used to do this thing with her mouth, where she’d smack her dentures after every sentence. It sounded like a wet cross between a gum chew and an orange suck and it grossed me out no end. And that’s really saying something, because as a kid I picked my nose and put the boogers under my mom’s pillow.
After watching my friend Amanda interview me on her fabu site, The Mom Crowd, I’m horrified to discover that I inherited the smack. I also look as if I’m controlled by a puppeteer who takes maniacal delight in yanking my head up and down every .2 seconds.
Also, guess what? I still have my Chicago accent.
I seriously never knew that about myself.
But this isn’t about me.
Except that it kinda is.
OK, the Mom Crowd interview is also about running a 5K and babyproofing a hotel room during a vacation. But the smack! All I see is the smack!
Amanda, by the way, is the smackless blonde beauty on the right, who did a grand interview job.