I love words. Some more than others. I'm certain I have posted before about the letters and sounds strung together that I like. I know that discombobulate has been mentioned. Twice. I love the sound of that word.
Apparate is another favorite. I love that Harry Potter and this word sounds as magical as the action. And wouldn't it be absolutely lovely to pop in or out, just by uttering a simple word.
The dear Sussanah has given me a great affection for the term "slacktart". I love it. The imagery, the descriptiveness. I love saying: "Cause I'm a slacktart ____________."
Smock. Smock. Smock. Just fun to say. Smock. Smock. Smock.
My dad even invented a word of his own. Flustrated. A combo of the words frustrated and flustered. When he gets upset he throws his hands up and his hair sticks out and he says: "All right. I'm getting "flustrated."
Ice Box. Okay it's two words but one term. My grandparents always called the fridge the "ice box". "There are cokes in the ice box." Harkening back to the days when a big hunk of ice actually was brought in once a week to keep the food cool. My grandfather actually drove an ice truck in the 1930's for his father, who owned the local ice plant.
Southern words: ma'am and ya'll.
6 months ago