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propound \pruh-POWND\, transitive verb:
To offer for consideration; to put forward; to propose

puerile \PYOO-uhr-uhl; PYOOR-uhl\, adjective:
Displaying or suggesting a lack of maturity; juvenile; childish.

malinger \muh-LING-guhr\, intransitive verb:
To feign or exaggerate illness or inability in order to avoid duty or work.

dilatory: \dil-uh-tawr-ee, -tohr-ee\ adjective
tending to put off what ought to be done at once; given to procrastination.

I received an email from an adoring fan, propounding me to use a word that means a very great deal to her. Let me clarify: As to the word's origin and meaning, I will leave that to the imagination. You may find it a bit puerile, and to some extent it may be. But, let me clarify, it gives me a wonderful excuse to malinger and be a tad dilatory.

Are you ready? *Deep breath* The word is habromania. Let me clarify: I chose to believe this word means that when used correctly, it will allow you access to secret passageways and doors hidden in walls. This will be a perfect opportunity for you to use that Karate you've been studying by mail for months, because you'll constantly be on the lookout for evil villains and the likes. And yes, I know, you're whole body is a weapon. Finally, allow me to clarify: Ka-chaw!

Comments

Tyler and Sheena said…
So I found out the other day that you and I were connected before I ever knew Tyler. My aunt was looking at my blog and saw your name on my link list. She was curious as to how I knew you. I told her you were Tyler's cousin. I never knew it, but her maiden name is Burrell. She is your hubby's cousin. Strange huh. You'll have to ask him if he knows Cheryl (Burrell) Gardner.
July 25, 2008 at 11:53 AM
Danielle said…
Crazy! I just read the comment above...I haven't seen Cheryl and Arthur in forever! What a small world. Does Cheryl have a blog by chance?
July 25, 2008 at 3:21 PM
Tamara with a "T" said…
Thanks for using my favorite word...habromania...your picture is hot!!! Ka-chaw!!!
July 30, 2008 at 10:51 PM
Jami said…
My vocabulary just stepped up a couple notches due to this post. Thank you. Now if only I could remember all the big words when I need to use them... Well, AND what they mean. Crap!
July 31, 2008 at 11:04 AM
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