Plink Before You Pleak

(Sometimes I speak before my mind catches up with what I’m trying to say. My husband is driving us down a small town road and we pass a little shop that had a sign that says ‘we sell spray foam here.’)

Me: “Hey, look! They plel plate plome there!”

Husband: “What did you just say?”

Me: *trying not to look at him* “You heard me. I’m not saying it again.””

Husband: *while laughing* “I want some plate plome!”