Debra's Daft-Days

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.