It’s that time of the month again. The time when brains go on fail-safe mode and the fingers play the game. It’s time to be among the Bunco Babes.
It’s the scene of frivolity and conversational wandering that goes nowhere and everywhere, weaving a chord of friendship through our hearts.
It’s a milieu where my words get alternately admired and assailed in a way that can’t be helped. I am a wordsmith, as addicted as some are to chocolate and wine.
Once when I described my neighbor as “irascible”, my friend looked at me as if I’d swallowed the dictionary whole, and then spit out the word as a seed, though not a good one to seed conversation.
It’s a good dilemna to be a word worshipper with an ardent reader vocabulary. I’d rather have that condition that my foot in my mouth.
I write when I feel blue; I write when I feel black… I also write to use the words I know that no one desires to hear. The big ones that fill the air with great intent and prevent a foot in the mouth.
Great words PJ! Will have to look up the full definition of ‘irascible’. I too write according to my mood but certainly at a different level :O) Love, K
Karen, if you’d have known our neighbor, Chuck, you’d have known exactly what the word means. Thanks for your time and attention
Love it! Will be checking in to see what else you’ve written. You’re the big-worded Maxine. 🙂
Love the compliment, Barb, don’t you think that you and I are better-looking that that snarky soundbite maven?