My binder is taking shape. It even has a label in its spine now. As any “binder guy” will tell you, that is one of the seven warning signs of commitment.
I seem to be encountering lots of people with piercings in their face today. It led me to think of a ventriloquist puppet/character that’s a young punker with long nails and wood screws sticking out of its face.
I’ll have to keep better track of what my kids say in today’s slang if I wanted to go that direction. My teenage daughter recently informed me that “Yeo dog, wassup in the house?” hasn’t been cool to say for at least 5 years now. And my teenage son always reminds me that I never sounded cool saying it, either.
I suppose "Gnarlie" is out, too? (I assume there is no correct spelling of that, is there?)
I'm thinking having any form of teenager as a partner is not the way to go. Why have someone else around sassing me?
(Sass: a word that my mother channeled to me. In use circa 1960 to 1980. Maybe my kids have a point about me not being . . .hip?)