Friday, February 1, 2013
The Thingy About The Thingy Thing Thingy
I use the word "thingy" way to much, and my family teases me about it all the time.
I can't help it. When I talk I can't be bothered by having to wait for the proper words while my mind is trying desperately to keep up with my mouth. So I resort to "thingy."
Oh well........doesn't everybody? And then I write a rambling post about my word problems and take random pictures in the bathroom mirror. Again........doesn't everybody?
For example, the other day I asked my husband "Would you please hand me the thingy?"
Husband's standard answer is to usually repeat somewhat dryly, "Thingy. The thingy. You want me to hand you the thingy." To which I respond "Oh hush".
O.k., maybe I might say "shut up" from time to time but I say it really nicely and lovingly and with a smile on my face because I don't really mean it. Does that count?
Meanwhile I am desperately standing there stabbing my finger in the air and pointing, saying "The thingy. The thingy! Please hand me the thingy!!!!"
I don't understand what the problem is. Why can't they figure it out? Isn't it obvious what I want?
It's just so much easier to stand there and point and cry "thingy" a million times rather than wait for the name of the object to come to mind.
We are in serious trouble if I ever have to elaborate or explain something.
It goes something like this: "Well, I was trying to fix the thingy but I couldn't find the thingy to use on the thingy, so then I tried to do that other thingy and then, well....the thingy broke."
I think it started years ago when my children were toddlers and I spent my days in conversations that started with "Mommy, mommy, moooooommmmmmmy" and ended with "Me do it!" or "Noooooo!"
My brain turned to mommy mush and I don't think it has ever fully recovered. So, I blame the children. Doesn't everybody?