She said to me, "can you write that I was just whimsilly walking in the room?"
"What the hell does whimsilly mean?"
"Ummm... whiskfully?"
"What?!"
"I don't know what I'm trying to say."
"That makes two of us, my dear."
My girlfriend's name is Brae. This is her mouth. Amazing things happen when it gets hold of the English language.
Resembling at various times Reverend Spooner, The Bard and a Japanese novelty t-shirt, she is an endless wellspring of linguistic gems and curiosities.
What follows in an attempt to catalogue Brae's unique, creative and often baffling relationship with the spoken word.
And Yet I do?
ReplyDeleteI like "whimsilly." Makes perfect sense, really.
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