"Here comes another oh-nay lah-nay bridge," said the Husband. We were driving on a windy road somewhere on the island of Hawaii a long time ago.
"See, oh-nay lah-nay," the Husband said, gesturing towards the yellow sign we were passing.
"Oh." That's one of the infinite reasons I'm with the Husband.
A few hours ago, we drove over two, maybe three oh-nay lah-nay bridges while we meandered the country roads a few miles from home.