I know, I should be sleeping. But I can't . . . I haven't been sleeping well since Little Joe's incident last week. And now one word keeps going through my mind. One non-word, that is.ridiculapity
Huh? I know, it isn't a word. So where did I hear it? Well, I was on this cruise to Alaska in early May (not the one that tried to sink), and I went to this stupid comedy show (seriously). During part of the show, the host asked the audience for three words--a noun, an adjective, and a verb, if I remember correctly. Anyhow, someone yelled what sounded like "ridiculapity," and they used that word, even though all four comedians and the host kept saying "is that really a word?" I think the person in the audience yelled "radiculopathy," but it doesn't really matter now. Ridiculapity is firmly etched in my mind, word or no word. And I think it describes my life at the moment, Oui? It's a new word with a singular meaning.
Ridiculapity: Life with Little Joe.
Someone tell Mr. Webster. Ridiculapity.
[Photo credit --No, Jerry Seinfeld was not on this cruise . . .Gosh.]
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So, any updates?
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