New words....

Occasionally we at Chez Maman see soemthing that just captures our imagination.... So much so that it makes us instantly invent a word to describe it.

I did that yesterday. We were out to lunch at the local Buffalo Wild Wings enjoying ourselves and watching Fun Daddy deliberately taunt his colon by eating large quantities of wings with a sauce called "Blazing" (that I will no longer eat as I gave up masochism for Lent). Into the restaurant walked a couple of guys... and older one, clearly the father and a younger guy, the son, I presume.

It looked like they were making one of those outings instigated by the Lady of the House, to improve the communication between the owners of the Y chromosomes in her household. And as such, was doomed to failure. The son, was clearly more than reluctant to be there. He walked in all slump shouldered with his cool leather jacket on (it was 60 degrees... that seemed a bit excessive for covering). While his father went to the bathroom, the boy pulled out a lighter out of one of the many pockets in his pants, lit it and put his hand through it. Yes, he fairly dripped with the ennui of a young man not yet kicked in the ass by life.

Best yet, was his hair. Short in the back, longer in the front, the top coiffed within an inch of its life. He worked his curls and waves fiercely.

When I saw him and his slouched posture only one thing entered my mind. I turned to Fun Daddy, pointed out the youngster and said, "Man is he sporting hairitude!"

Fun Daddy agreed and we decided to enter it into our personal lexicon.

Someday, remind me to give you the definition of Checkolepsy... you are sure to get a laugh out of it.