I could spend ages pondering the inner-workings of this elegant lady's brilliant mind.
Not to mention the reactions of her guests (and minister.)
The only thing I know for sure?
She is klassy with a K, right there.
I'm not worthy. I think I love her.
Oh, and?
I learned today that "fugacious" is an actual word.
Pronunciation: (fyoo-GAY-shuhs)
Pity it doesn't mean what I use it for, but I'm still absurdly amused it's a real in-the-dictionary type word.
Meaning: Lasting a very short time.
Momagement meaning: So ugly it makes babies cry/eyeballs bleed.
You may use either definition you like in this weekend's Scrabble to the Death Battle-o-rama.
(But I vote for mine.)
And on that note, time to quit talking shit, pack up my meagre possessions and rain-check the soul-destroying drudgery til Monday. Positivity be my name.
