(Let the record reflect that I do know today is the anniversary of this blog; I just don’t find that fact very interesting at this point, and, yes, it is magic to be married to me.)
Yesterday Lala misspoke and created the word “overneath,” a feat for which I initially teased her. “Congratulations,” I facetiously told her, “for creating a nonsense word worthy of the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party; a word they would doubtlessly use to describe the placement of their saucers as they . . . stacked the cups and saucers on top of each other, making the saucers over one cup and under another . . .”
I shook my head wryly. “Actually, that’s a pretty good word,” I had to admit. “Congratulations.”