(From Sunday) Inside My Closet: Not much to tell. Not all my clothes are hanging because we are in dire need of a laundry day, but we're all out of quarters. And Sam's clothes are encroaching on my space! Boo!
Can you get one of those halfway poles like Megan was talking about?
My word is prehys, which I'm pretty sure is short for either prehysterical, which is how you feel when you realize your closet space is being encroached upon, or prehystamine, which is when you feel a cold coming on but it's not so bad that you need to take something.
hahaha these captchas...I love them! They make for such interesting conversation :) (unfortunately since I own the blog, I don't get a captcha, so I'll just give you a random word: cul-de-sac)
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Can you get one of those halfway poles like Megan was talking about?
My word is prehys, which I'm pretty sure is short for either prehysterical, which is how you feel when you realize your closet space is being encroached upon, or prehystamine, which is when you feel a cold coming on but it's not so bad that you need to take something.
encroachers... easy enough, just reach out with one hand and *puuuush*
ha Mom, I just saw your comment.
And my word know is unwaili, which is sort of what Maya's doing at the moment so I better scoot!
Oh, drat. It can't be short for prehystamine, because it's spelled histamine.
Now my word is swooscab, which makes me think of rainy nights in the city.
hahaha these captchas...I love them! They make for such interesting conversation :)
(unfortunately since I own the blog, I don't get a captcha, so I'll just give you a random word: cul-de-sac)
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