Ghost-of-a-Chance

Your husband is utterly brilliant. Seriously demented, and utterly brilliant.  

I can definitely see arguments that’d support the statement.

Knock yourself out, @InvidiaRed! I told him I’m stealing it, too, so he’s been warned. @WillowDarkling and @BronxWench he is a hoot, let me tell you that! I’ve gotten some real tongue-choking jokes from him in our eleven years but Schrodinger’s bi may just top them.
Earlier this week, I complained about finding inch-worms destroying my plants. His response? Paraphrased, “I hate inchworms. They need to learn some assertiveness instead of always inching around like they’re expecting to get stepped on.” I. Just. About. Died.

Knock yourself out, @InvidiaRed! I told him I’m stealing it, too, so he’s been warned. @WillowDarkling and @BronxWench he is a hoot, let me tell you that! I’ve gotten some real tongue-choking jokes from him in our eleven years but Schrodinger’s bi may just top them.
Earlier this week, I complained about finding inch-worms destroying my plants. His response? Paraphrased, “I hate inchworms. They need to learn some assertiveness instead of always inching around like they’re expecting to get stepped on.” I. Just. About. Died.

He’s perfect!  

That guy is definitely a keeper!  Schrodinger’s bi, indeed.

Schrodinger's bi.  I’m going to use that.
Its hilarious.

In my defense, I was born and raised in Missouri maybe an hour from the M’Arkansas border, and I still live in the same region. Missouri is Southern enough for the awkward stuff like accent but too far north for the sweet tea to taste good. 
It really was just the sweetest thing, really. I grew up in a family where fannish behavior was supposed to be kept secret and treated as an embarrassment. When Cold started bringing his Playstation and anime over for dates I knew I hit gold. Honey, if you can, try to find you a man (or woman, or both, or neither, or ancient eldritch entity, etc) who respects your inner nerd and lets theirs out around you. I hope you can find someone who appreciates you for who you are, too. It’s worth everything in the world when you can be dorks together. 
By the way? We’ve been together 11 years this April, he regularly lets me pull the “rubber ducky” maneuver on him when I’m stumped on a scene, and I’ve taken up gaming with him on occasion. He’s my favorite dork and I’m his favorite nerd, and it’s just what we both needed.  

You got very Southern there for a moment.
That is a really sweet gift!  I hope some day I can be married to someone like that!

“Shanksgiving”
...I’ll get me coat.

Well, there go my after-dinner plans. I'd rather not get shanked. 

*dies laughing* I was referring mainly to family. I have certain relatives, mostly on my husband’s side, that I’d rather drop-kick from a great height than entertain. You, on the other hand, are welcome!  

Well, there go my after-dinner plans. I'd rather not get shanked. 

Oh, dear…
We postponed the feast until tomorrow because my husband is working a double shift today, and it will just be us. I sharpened my favorite knife already, so I’m ready in case of sudden drop-ins.  

Sorry to hear this, Hon. I hope by now you’ve had some good news… For what it’s worth, you come across as a strong, capable, and patient person, and I know you can handle what’s thrown at you. Your mother is a lucky woman to have you at her side, even with the social distancing restrictions.
Take care, BronxWench; I wish you both the best, and hope for the same for you both.

YAS! I like your idea better. 2020 has been a nightmare from beginning to end...it’s gotten to the point where folks ask me “how’s life going?” and the only response I can think of is “it’s sharting blackbirds.”
But then people who’ve never acquainted themselves with Hieronymus Bosch’s work are totally lost and wonder if I’ve got a screw loose. It’s an accurate mental image, though.

YAS! I like your idea better. 2020 has been a nightmare from beginning to end...it’s gotten to the point where folks ask me “how’s life going?” and the only response I can think of is “it’s sharting blackbirds.”
But then people who’ve never acquainted themselves with Hieronymus Bosch’s work are totally lost and wonder if I’ve got a screw loose. It’s an accurate mental image, though.

I’m ready for 2021. Tomorrow would be nice.

What can I say? Porgs make everything better.  

This went in a much Better direction than the first few words made me think

Another recent flub from the Reverse Dictionary:
“frustration over a recurring unpleasant event.” Suggestion: Pantaloons.
I have a feeling that wouldn’t even make sense in the Matrix. I may never cease to be frustrated by my brain’s inability to find the words I need, but at least that makes sense. “Pantaloons,” however….
...nope.

Or.
She steeled her resolve and there was low muttering  behind the door. Her finger on the trigger and then it slipped oh crudmuffin. She thought as the sound of someone hitting the desk and seemed to resound from everywhere at once.
She swung the open the door as everything slowly bled the color of blood. There was a person there slumped over bleeding out from her accidental discharge. She hurried over but it didn’t take a medical genius to figure out the cause of death. A clean heartshot as blood pooled upon the paper they were clearly writing
She spied the last words upon the page and they were hers.
“What the F-”
 

I do that all the time.  It’s actually how I write, and I’ve made myself tear up multiple times while crafting scenes.

The idea behind the site is a good one but the execution...eh...well, it’s horribly lacking. I’ve never gotten a single good answer from the site no matter how many times I rephrase what I’m looking for.
Highly suggested. It’s more trouble than it’s worth unless you’re looking for a laugh.