…in the brain parts of my head. But it’s thinky and I may be beyond the point where I can be thinky tonight.
(Also, WordPress doesn’t think “thinky” is a word, which is annoying.)
Instead I will just point out that I am married to a woman who, earlier tonight, and for no clear reason, decided to use Latin to describe the difference in intensity of her desire for Wendy’s versus her desire for Arby’s.
You are not married to such a woman.
I win.
The end.
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Wendy’s wins, every time!
When I’m feeling thinky, I read “In His Own Write” by John Lennon. Then I feel sensical again.
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:O poppycock, WP! Well I for one KNOW that thinky is a word.
…Latin!! Carpe diem?
Err..oh god, I can’t think of anything to say. This is shameful! And I actually study Latin. Argh!
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My wife boxes for exercise. I win. 🙂
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thinky is so a word – wordpress needs to update, doesn’t like whats-a-ma-gig either :O
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I too have thinky posts I must write, but they take too much thinky-ness. So I will procrastinate.
And, I am a wife. So I win. 🙂
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If your wife is being awesome like that she needs to write a guest post. We can start a thing. Wife Write Wednesdays or something. My wife would write about cake. Mmmmmmmm cake
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Oh I know that feeling! Too well!
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