It’s no secret that Liz and I have our own little language. Sometimes we just add the letter M to the front of words and shorten them a bit. Mallers, for example, is allergies. Other times, we’ll throw in a speech impediment-style pronunciation, and shorten. Yauns is laundry. Tito even recognizes that one, because he loves to lounge in freshly laundered load from the dryer before we fold them. There is no real pattern that would allow one to decipher our language, but most of the time a little imagination combined with context clues should help those listening figure things out.
Another strange trait that I have is that I really like flimsy pillows, so I can fold the pillow–twice, sometimes thrice–to provide firm support for my large head while I sleep. Because of the shape that the pillow takes on (or loses, as Liz calls it when it messes up the display of the bed when it’s actually made in HGTV mode), I’ve coined it M’ccords. As in accordion. If you think that’s a bit juvenile, listen to the pranks that Liz has been pulling as a recovering patient.
She thinks it’s highly amusing to re-arrange the pillows, or even switch out pillow cases, and then throws a pillow pop quiz my way. As we’re ready to lie down for bed, she’ll feel the pillow and say, “I can’t tell. Which one is M’ccords?” I think she’s trying to steal M’ccords away, so she can have it both ways. Plush decorative pillow for the look, and firm, comfortable M’ccords for function. Of course, she can’t stump me. I’ve won out with M’ccords night after night.
And she can make fun of me all she wants. She’s the one that calls pillows pyamps.
It sounds like you were truly made for each other!
Left by Petey on April 26th, 2008