I guess you can extrapolate if you’re into that.
Good.
As part of good morning.
Unless it was WHAT, as part of WHAT THE FUCK! because I yelled that in the night sometime when my husband’s arm hit me when he rolled over. So if that was after midnight it was first.
…I haven’t spoken at all today. Huh. Strange
I think I have had days when I just don’t have a single spoken word to say. I have tons of people in my life buzzing with life trying desperately to have their voices overbear everything around. I guess I figure mine should not hinder their buzzzz. It could really be bees in there.
My cat’s name, as usual. She woke me up for her breakfast.
Also cat. She rarely vocalizes, preferring to interact and make her point known. In the morning it’s by knocking things on the floor.
Mine knows all the tricks. she meows, she guilt purrs, the walks on me, she sniffs my eyes, she throws things off the night stand, she picks the mattress with her claws. For a monochrome cat she’s got the whole spectrum.
“Good”, as in " Good morning!", also directed at the cat, who had been sleeping on top of me.
I wake up each day with a beautiful female who loves me. The that she’s a cat does have some effect on the relationship.
“Baby”
as in: “Baby girl, get your ass off my head, I’ll get up and feed you dammit.”
Baby Girl is Ripley, a 110 pound mastiff with clinging issues.
fucking
as in “fucking kill me, not again.”
BLEHHHHHHHH
“Oooohfaaakkk”
Woke up with a nose bleed this morning.
ugh
Usually “Oh” followed by “boy”
Sam, you gotta call ziggy to get you back home
Fuck
I feel like no explanation is necessary.
Honestly the same. I woke up early, intending to wrap a gift, only to find I had forgotten where it was hidden.
Ha, sounds like my wife. She buys gifts for family members throughout the year and hides them all around the house and in the garage. Then it comes to Christmas or Birthday times, she goes looking around the house and often has forgotten what she got or who it was for or where she hid it.
It was a question: „why are you two crashing into my face?“
I guess the first sound i made was something like grumpf. You gotta love cats
I woke up yesterday with one of my cats on my head. I guess they like to test the limits of what or who they can sit on.
They play catch while on (and off) the bed. They just misjudged where my head was
The same as every day:
“Fuck.”
Followed by “I woke up again.”
Every morning I like to stretch and blurt out a random word. Today it was: Flumadiddle.
Could you please enhance the world’s vocabulary by adding the proper meaning of flumadiddle?
I’m freethinking up a use… I only like the apples with a flumadiddle or two.
Flumadiddle means ridiculous nonsense.
I won’t hear of it! That’s flumadiddle!
Well, that’s ‘cause you came here in the middle of the conversation all catawampus actin’ all ill-willie; if we start from the beginning, only then you can see that this response is just taradiddle. Soon, you will notice that I am using these highfalutin words to just Hornswoggle ya. Now, excuse me while I absquatulate.
And I am even anaspeptic to have caused you such contrafibularities.
Ahhh taradiddle. Not flumadiddle. My mistake.
I wrote that response courtesy of this neat article I found: https://www.merriam-webster.com/wordplay/flummadiddle-bodacious-19th-century-americanisms
First noise: gaaah!!
First word: Why…
First sentence: Why is your tongue in my ear hole?!?Min-Pins…they fucking love mornings. Don’t worry, he was asleep fifteen minutes later, after I fed him. Not me though.
