Agent Yellow still hasn't returned. Now she's stuck in Chicago, and it's doubtful she'll even make it back before tomorrow. I bet she's getting tired of feigning interest in random middle aged men's conversation in order to get free drinks at Flying High. I, in turn, am getting tired of breakfasting alone and having to fix my own collar.
Today my A Word of the Day e-mail made this bold assertion: "Have you ever found yourself wondering, 'Wouldn't it be nice if there were a word for it?' Well, there is a word for almost everything under the sun."
Do you think that's true? Because I would like for someone to tell me the word for bringing up really unusual, oft bordering on inappropriate, topics of conversation when nervous. If there were a clinical word for it, I could perform more efficient damage control or warn others in advance.
"Dear Medical School Admissions Committee, when I revealed that I dress up as a deranged phlebotomist on days other than Halloween, I was having a ________ attack."
"Yeller, it was my ________ alone that made me think you'd find my love/hate relationship with Metamucil interesting."
"I'm sorry I brought up population control on our third date, it's just that I suffer from a severe case of... malapropitis?"