I like the sound and look of "daft-days" to describe my ditzy-days. I'd be using it incorrectly tho (not that that would stop me). Apparently Daft-Days has a legitimate use, which is to designate those days prior to Christmas when there are lots of good times and merriment to be had. I think tho that we can have daft-days thru-out the year. I'm just sayin'.
I also found the exact word to describe the burbling that occurs when your belly talks to you. Oddly enough, it's called borborygmus, a common medical condition in which the gut rumbles. When my tummy speaks to me, it sounds like borrr, borng, borryng (bbbriinggg it on, in rumble terms); so borborygmus sounds exactly right. I know that the medical community is probably breathing a sigh because I approve.
Which brings me to the next term I take delight in. Bromopnea is a term for bad-breath. Again, a medical term that sounds so much more legitimate and excusable than 'morning breath' or 'don't get your skanky-ass breath on my clothes, it'll eat holes'.
Another apt term is sitooterie. If you guessed a place to sit, you'd be right. It refers to a gazebo, which we all know is a fancy place to park your booty butt.
This last word, snickersnee, makes me, well, snicker. But in reality, it is not a laughing matter. A snickersnee is a large (and presumably sharp) knife. In literature, it seems that often manly men, who take great offense to a slur and are defending their lives (or at the very least their tender egos), draw and wield their snicksnees with intent to end the lives of their offenders. I doubt I could read such an account without poking fun.
and i didn't.