Today, in order to take the chill out of my bones on a cold winter evening, I decided to take a hot bath.
So there I was, in my all in all as the tub filled, and I made a critical decision.
I got on the scale.
This, just four days after Christmas.
It’s going to take a while to recover from the shock.
Perhaps time to consider resolutions…
Tonight, The Good Man and I couldn’t decide what movie to watch, so we flipped a coin.
TGM’s flip went offline, pinged off the cat and rolled across the floor.
The flip went bad since he’s accustomed to flipping a quarter for our deadlock decisions. Today all he had in his pocket was a penny.
Just not the same.
Wacked out economy.
Btw, the coin landed on tails, which means we watched The Great Debaters.
Image via Las Cruces Sun News.
Oh, I know I didn’t have to…I just wanted to.
Because you are something special to me.
Here it is!
Open it! I can’t stand the anticipation!
Great! Do you like it? Is it too much?
I got you:
A warm, safe and joyous holiday!
A 2009 filled with both hope and prosperity
Humility, gratitude and appreciation for all you’ve done for me this year.
And
Love. Lots and lots of love.
Use it well! It’s just your size!
I was reading a bit of a gossip rag online this afternoon and stumbled upon an unknown (to me) insulting curse word. It’s one of those great borderline usages…not really a dirty word, but close enough to get the idea across.
And if said with vigor, makes all the impact you need.
The word that is now the newest addition to my personal lexicon is nobsack.
Used in context: “… she knows a thing or two about unbearably dirty-looking nobsacks.”
I don’t know *exactly* what the word means, but I bet I can hazard a pretty darn close guess.
It sounds British. The British really are wonderful for the insulting words that aren’t cursing…you know, prat and wanker and bollocks. All good ones to drop in casual conversation.
Nobsack has a new, fresh sound to it. I do get so weary of the time tested “douche bag” which has regained popularity recently. The cooler kids have reduced it to just “douche” and morphed it into an adverb…”Why do you have to be so douchey?”
It’s not one I use much, but it works. Insulting without cursing. This is good. At my last job, cursing was like water, flowing its way through every conversation. Heck, our CEO used the term “batsh*t” in reference to our competition. Cursing was expected and I gladly went along for the ride (much to my mother and brother’s dismay).
At my new gig, no one curses. It was even addressed as part of my new hire training. So I’m having to break a nearly ten year habit. As such, I’m collecting non-cursing insults. Like dillweed and dillhole. Time tested, mother approved.
I knew someone from Mexico who used the Spanish word for peanut, cacahuate, as a replacement for sh–. It does certainly *sound* bad when said strongly.
Well, I’ll keep collecting the “clean” dirty words. This is a tough transition.
And anyone who says differently is a nobsack.
Yeah, that flows pretty good off the tongue.
