Spoonerisms are no joke

I had no intention of writing a blog today but in self defense it was forced upon me this morning when Jackie laughed because I made a slight slip of the tongue. I will never understand why women find it so hilarious when a well-intentioned man makes a minor mistake.
In this particular case it was a spoonerism. That, if you are fortunate enough to never have committed one and don't even know what a spoonerism happens to be, is transposing the first letters of two words. Happy day would come out dappy hay.
I have long been afflicted by the problem of uttering an occasional spoonerism. At times entire words are jumbled and transposed and trying to correct the original mistake only leads to something even worse. This morning it was the result of asking Jackie to bring a bag of Mini Snickers for me when she went to the drug store.
I thanked her, naturally, but it came out, "Thanks for getting me the smini nickers," or something to that effect. I immediately corrected the error by saying, "I mean skinny mickers."
Now that's the sort of thing that should be overlooked as if nothing happened. The way, for example, you would pretend not to notice if someone belched or made an even less acceptable sound during a formal, black tie dinner. Greeting such an act - or a spoonerism - with gales of laughter is totally uncalled for and displays a lack of sensitivity for the misfortune of a gracious, well-meaning individual such as myself.
I'm sure everyone will agree with that. So thanks for understanding and have a dice nay.

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