When the kids were little and they would say, "I'm done!" I would say, "Cookies are done, you are finished." I don't know why the word "done" bothered me so much but they still remember and now remind me that I am never done but might be finished. Actually, I am never finished, either.
Gilmore Girl has a way of speaking all her own. She refuses to call things by their proper names. Your head is a "Mellon," so here is a picture of Curly Sue's "ForeMellon."
This is not a Box Elder Bug. It is a "Charlie Bob." When The Brown Dot was about 5 year old he told me this bug was called Charlie. I asked what his last name was and he said, "Bob." We have never called it anything else ever since.
When Curly Sue and her family were in Wal-Mart one day they saw those round foam pool floats, kind of like these.
Curly Sue said, "What are these?"
Her dad said, "They are Curly Sue Whackers." He picked one up and whacked her over the head with it. Now even their friends call this pool toy "Curly Sue Whackers."
Does your family members call the "ground" the "floor" and the "floor" the "ground" like my family does half of the time. I even hear newscasters make this mistake.
My niece once called a "dish cloth" a "dish rag" on a local TV program because that name had come down through the generations when her Great Grandma probably used any old rag to wash dishes with.
And do you ever get the "Feel Bads?" And do you get your "Feeler's" hurt?
I hope not. I hope you are as "happy as a clam." Or as happy "as if you had good sense."
My mom used to say--about people who were ornery--"he wouldn't be happy if he were hung with a new rope." I never could figure that one out but I guess, since it was coming from Mom, who always made the best of a tough situation it was a good reminder to be happy, no matter what.
And I hope you are.