I had to get onto my niece the other day for using the word, "Jandals." That's the combination of the words, "Jesus," and, "sandals," and it's what some of the kids are calling Birkenstocks now. Ugh. Not in my house, young lady. It makes my skin crawl. In addition to being irreverent and the dumbest word I've ever heard apart from jorts (that's jean shorts, obviously), it's just fantastically wrong because that's not what they're called. They're Birkenstocks, or maybe Birks. They're retro, which means I'm not too old to get it but rather that you're too young to get it. I was "getting it" before you were born little missy, and you can take that any way you like.
I'm not a huge fan of this combining words to make things cute business anyway. Do you want some bum? That's bubble gum, but I made it sound like my butt. Do you like my stoots? They're my stomping boots. Don't confuse them with my hoots (hiking boots) or my beels (boots with high heels). Do you want a pandwich? It's just like a peanut butter sandwich, only it makes you sound stupid when you say it. Maybe later we can go chopping. That's Christmas shopping, not food preparation or karate.
I should be taking a math test right now, or reading ahead on my English assignment so that I'll have time for the big history paper I haven't started yet, or eating some lunch, but instead I'm blogging because I'm awesome at life.
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