Warning! The words you are about to read are a true representation of my ineptitude from the last 2 weeks. Those with weak stomachs should avert their eyes now.
Oh Dictionary.com, how I love thee. Your uses are infinite. Your benefits are abundant. Your ability to transform me from a blathering idiot to a brilliant intellectual is unfathomable. Oh, how I long for you. Oh, how I cherish each moment I spend with you. Oh, how I should considered setting you as my home page. I love you more today than yesterday but not as much as tomorrow. (When did Diana Ross invade my blog?)
Without you, Dictionary.com, I would not know that apropos ends with an s, that caddywampus is actually a word, that synonym has 2 ys, that knowledgeable retains it's e, that proclamation drops the i from its base word 'proclaim', & that it's not spelled libratory, liboratory or labritory but laboratory.
I would not know how to accurately spell: dependent, dominatrix(wouldn't you like to know) :p, proclivity, rendering, sanction, & trepidation
I would not know the exact meaning of metaphysics.
I would not be able to share with my son the proper pronunciation of pangea.
I would not know the many synonyms for cheeky (a few being audacious, brazen, foolhardy, ninny, sycophant & twerp).
I would not have come across some most excellent words such as meretricious, schlemiel &
schlimazel. (I have a sudden proclivity to sew a large L on my shirt.)
And I would not have been able to make sure that a vulva really is what I think it is. *blush*
Without you, oh
And thank you Ti for giving me a second chance to prove to the public that I am in fact a blathering idiot.
(Words that Blogger's spell check doesn't recognise: caddywampus, pangea, schlimazel, ignorantness, & Blogger's(!).)