Apparently I have the same problem with typing the word "queue" as Nanny Ogg does with bananananananas. Now I'm sitting here muttering "weeooweeooweeoo" under my breath like a very quiet fire engine. Because I am just that mature.
At least I'm self-entertaining.
Oh, heavens, am I ever that.
Do you have days when you identify just a wee tiny bit too much with Miles Vorkosigan?