Insane Insight In Action

(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.”

To Her Credit, She Realized What She Had Just Done Even Before I Could Say “Really?”

Last night while talking with Lala we were both struggling to come up with the right term for something when she looked at me and said, “Why can’t English be more like German where you can just take two words and mash them together like some sort of . . . uberword.”

“Fantabulanope”

Life around here is running on more or less an even keel again at the moment, and that’s nice, but that doesn’t mean I don’t remember the not-so-long-ago time when I was making up new words to best convey my precise level of disinclination to deal with the latest dilemma clamoring for my attention.

Did You Understand What I Meant? Then It’s A Word Now

While it’s gotten me some friendly flak around here for saying it this way, I still stand by my commitment to take more preventative measures and to rely less on “postventative” ones.