A Way with Words

I have a fever. I know some of my blogging pals have written while drinking wine, but this is my first (and hopefully last) blogging-while-feverish (BWF) post.

So, as I was dozing on and off today I thought about words.

For instance, at some point when I was a little kid I got the words "hangar" and "curtain" mixed up in my head. To this day, when I am thinking of one, the other pops into my head unbidden. Useless information, I know.

Then there are words that just bug me. For instance, I dislike the word "tissue." When I was young, I would hear my dad talking on the phone to patients, and the word “tissue” will forever be linked in my brain to things like bloody, swollen, and diseased. Ick.

I also don’t like “slacks.” Tom agrees. They’re pants, people.

And, you may remember from my ill-fated Victoria’s Secret trip with both kids in tow, I don’t do “panties.” I wear underwear.

I like to ask people about words they dislike. For my mother-in-law it’s “guts.”

For my cousin it’s “trousers” and the word “moist.” Imagine my surprise when my shy, mild-mannered husband blurted out to her, “Well then, I guess you really hate moist trousers!”

Embarrassing.

I guess I deserve that for all the times I’ve said racy things in public when I didn’t really know what I was talking about.

So, since I’m sick, I’ll throw it out there to you.

What words do you dislike and why?