for those senior moments ...

anything that is old age related in this house is described as badger!, from the day I looked in the mirror and saw all the silver hairs amongst the gold dark brown, and screamed "I look like a bloody badger".

it's also substituted whenever perlmonger or I can't quite reach the word we want - this is due to the onset of joint senility, I fear.

it's a very useful word, and now I have a thing wossname *badger* to match.

geek memage

from sbisson's LJ, ( what kind of geek am I? )

drug crazed kitten

for reasons which escape me now, I scattered some dried catnip on our bed for Liessa last night.  More sensible people would have done this before we got into bed, but neither perlmonger nor I have ever been considered sensible.

the sight of her hoovering up the leaves lead to a slightly surreal conversation , starting with Liessa living in the underpass, with a dog on a string, begging passers by if they could spare a bit of chicken.  Then it moved onto her as a bagkitten, pushing all her worldly goods around in a supermarket trolley, still with the dog on a string.

perlmonger actually became quite upset at this point, and was convinced that he would dream of the Dere Little Kitten, cast aside like flotsam. However, he didn't - in fact, he probably dreamed of CSS and Perl, as he so often does. Strange chap, my husband ...