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Bon mot du jour

Just because I can occasionally pass for articulate doesn’t mean I am all the time. Not a day goes by that I don’t utter some incomprehensible nonsense, seemingly channeling my late father after his first stroke which short-circuited Broca’s area, causing him occasional frustration when trying to express himself. Word salad sometimes ensued.

Today we were painting the dining room, and Anne mentioned that her jeans were not the most comfortable to paint in, but she was stuck wearing them after getting some paint on them a while ago. I hadn’t chosen my pants for painting either, but they also became dedicated for painting after they got “paint messed up.”

Eloquent, no? This could become a regular feature...