110% façade and very little substance, she reminds me more and more of my hopelessly inexperienced, clueless younger son, stumbling through life and dropping one-line malapropisms and non-sequiturs right and left. One day, he loudly exclaimed in mixed company, towards the middle of the day, that he was off because he had a "nooner" to which to attend, completely unaware of the true meaning of the expression. Similarly, "pocket rocket," "going to see a man about a horse," and others were humorously misapplied. Until he was twenty, the word "opaque" was "op-wok." and miscellaneous was "Miss Concelius." His father no longer having the heart to let him consistently sound like an idiot, explanations were made.
But I didn't quite raise an AOC.
But I didn't quite raise an AOC.
