It is worse because it was part of a birthday greeting I was giving. It is worse because I thought I was doing really well in learning Afrikaans. It is worse because, well... because I'm humiliated and my pride has been mortally wounded (yes, I know, that's not necessarily a bad thing...).
What I meant to say was: Mag die volgende jaar voll met wonderlike verrassings wees.
What I actually said was: Mag die volgende jaar voll met wonderlike verassings wees.
Do you see what's missing? One tiny, little letter "r." So innocent. So inconsequential. So vitally important!
What I meant to say was: May the coming year be filled with wonderful surprises!
What I actually said was: May the coming year be filled with wonderful cremations!
I think my ego just had a surprise cremation ('n verrassende verassing?)...