My friend Cha-Cha, regularly beats me at Words with Friends with her skill, sophisticated vocabulary, and the diabolical ability to place her words exactly where I was about to put mine.
I still think frumptery should be a word.*
Cha-Cha: I wish.
Me: I don’t know. . . it’s kind of a boring condition.
Cha-Cha: Har. More head-coldy.
Me: Sorry. If you’re well, wanna lunch tomorrow? I’m off.
Me: Cool. You pick, since I’m not on a schedule and the restaurants I know around you are sit-down time-wasters.
Cha-Cha: How about Noodles?
Me: Okay. Never been
Cha-Cha: I love their pesto.
Me: Oooo. Pesto.
I crockpotted a garlic turkey breast yesterday—so, so good.
Cha-Cha: I think you just violated the laws of the English language.
Me: To quote Bucky Katt, “You can wordify anything if you just verb it.”**
Cha-Cha: I got into an argument with a high school English teacher over my made-up word “ranchlandish.”
Me: I LOVE THAT WORD.
Thank you for my Friday post. Got any more?
Cha-Cha: I’ll have to think about it.
I won the argument on the grounds of Jabberwocky and the like.
Me: It is for land? Or salad dressing? Or both?
Cha-Cha: We had to write a short story set out west.
Me: Cool. Though if a dressing is really, ridiculously good, ranchlandish works!
Cha-Cha: Or, if it’s a dish that harkens from the ranchlands.
Me: With radishes.
Cha-Cha: I can see the cowboys now, high on their horses, lassos slicing through the air, hunting down those wily radishes.
Cha-Cha: An Irish schoolchild?
Me: Electric Radish.
Cha Cha: Nice. I still like the image of the radishes running from cowboys on their white spindly roots.
Me: I was thinking of them spinning like tops . . .
Cha-Cha: You could catch them in the lasso, wind the rope, put your foot against the radish, and yank. They’d spin so fast they’d sing!
Me: Or hum.
Got any wordifications to share?
Maybe a corny—or radishy—joke or two?
*Definition: Where Sarah keeps her clothes.
**From Say Cheesy, a Get Fuzzy collection by the talented, hilarious, and non-litigious Darby Conley.