I’m talking about me of course. The now, inarticulate thesaurus. I know I have a thesaurus in my mind somewhere, I just cannot seem to find it. If you knew me “before clot” (yes, BC … 😆 ) then, you have probably called me a thesaurus… or heard me “call me” a thesaurus… a quick blog search [http://blog.scottsontherocks.com/blog/2011/09/15/an-indescribable-soun/]
Aside from pain, or weakness or other “physical” or “visible” type … injuries (is that the word I’m looking for???) the biggest frustration I have is the fact that I know that I should KNOW better words…. grrr. Spelling… that’s right there too 😉
Words that often come out of my mouth now: “It’s like playing charades… and neither one of us knows the answer.”
These are simple pet-peevish type complaints and I am grateful that I get to have “simple-pet-peevish-type-complaints!!!”
[Next on my list… ask me how I feel about the person who invented “let’s sand up the painted stripes on the freeway” especially in the middle of a construction zone!! 😉 ]