Hump Day

I’ve been kind of sad today, and anxious as I wait for news about a friend who is going through a difficult time. To distract myself, I went to the grocery store after dinner, ostensibly for a pizza shell for tomorrow night, but coming home with the following: four packages of organic raspberries, a box of Creamsicles, a box of Fudgsicles, two boxes of Revellos, and a container of mint chocolate chip ice cream. And the pizza shell. What can I say; they had some great sales on today.

On the radio on the way home, the deejay mentioned today, “hump day”. I hate that term. Hump day. It’s hideous. It’s worse to me than the term “grow a pair” which is just creepy to me. I also hate when testicles are referred to as “stones”. Or when someone says “I was so scared I nearly shit my pants”. Ew. I also hate the word “fart” which is really unfortunate when you live with all males who think that farting is nature’s way of being witty. Fortunately, after saying “hump day”, the deejay saw fit to play “Jesse’s Girl” so I sang with Rick Springfield all the way home, which cheered me immensely.
If you have a term or word you hate, please share. It will help with my distraction process