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Words for the Day

Words I like:
•Extravaganza
•Hullabaloo
•Freak--great when preceded by a multi-syllable word that also ends with a hard consonant--such as "anorexic" or "narcissistic"
•Delightful
•Abide
•Peculiar
•Saucy
•Restful
•Eloquent
•Agita

Words I can't abide (I get itchy just typing them):
•Precious
•Special
•Ladies--unfairly qualifying
•Nipple
•Tarry--as in "if the Lord tarries"
•Bugger
•Policy
•Fart
•Zit
•Pimple
•Slab--as in "a slab of ribs." Slab should never be used in connection with food. Nor should chunk.
•Congeal

Comments

Anonymous said…
one of my favorite words is... ooopps I forgot how to spell it..never mind :)

Mr. Anonymous "again"
8:26 PM
Ms Mac said…
One of my favourie words is atrocious. I love the way it just sounds like what it means.

I use bugger quite a lot. It's the Brit/Aussie thing, I suppose. I can't stand panties. That word makes me cringe every time I hear it.
4:47 AM
Ms Mac said…
Oh look! I didn't comment anon and I came up!!!
4:47 AM
Scout said…
I should have clarified--I like the word "bugger" when used as a name, say for a mischievieous toddler--"you little bugger!" But I don't like it when used as the name for a bodily fluid, or what once was a fluid but now is a solid.
6:49 AM
Ms Mac said…
Oooh, I've never heard it used in that fashion. I also use it as an expletive (Bugger! or Oh, bugger off!), something I'm sure you never do! ;-)

Did I just lower the tone?
12:48 PM
Scout said…
Oh no, never. ;)
12:51 PM
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