Because Optimism Doesn't Work
Was just admiring the word sock myself. I am writing a story where the woman asks her drunk-on-bourbon-hubby if he wants her to go upstairs and get his some socks.It's a fine word.
Sometimes I just get something stuck in my head. About twelve years ago I spent a whole day repeating the word "crudite." It demanded that I repeat it, and sometimes out loud.Because I'm broken.
Know what's better than sock?SockMONKEY. :)
My preferred words are "peuse" and "tintinabulation." My least favorite word to say is "slacks." It feels like moldy velvet on my tongue, triggering my gag reflex.
Sock is not a word that comes to mind this morning while I'm listening to a woodpecker chipping away at my house.Mom
Moldy velvet. Now there's an image.Is that woodpecker attacking the same spot as before? I thought you were rid of those guys.
Oh no. Let's peck on the eaves on the north east side of the house. Left side of the deck. Gotta win the lottery!!
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