X is for Xcuse Me
I don’t know about the rest of you, xpecially those of you who actually did the right blog on the right day, but I’m about blogged out! I could not think of a single thing interesting that started with the letter ‘x’. Of course, I thought of the usual, xylophone, x-ray, x-men, xanadu (BTW the blogger that stuck song that in my head, I’m coming after you) and xenodocheionology.
Okay the xeondocheionolgy is a lie, but I do love hotels.
So, I was looking for an ‘x’ word that meant procrastinator, as I’m definitely guilty, but alas I’m ‘x’ed out of luck.
I did find out something special though, I’m a xanthous! Now, if you’d have called me that in the tenth grade I probably would have hidden under my desk and cried, but by the time I was twenty, especially with a couple of tequila shots in me, I’d have busted your front teeth out. However; today with the vast wisdom I’ve acquired, received a few swings at my own teeth, I’m quite proud to be one.
Redhead that is!
I know every insult there is that goes along with being a xanthous but I still find my favorite to be: Red on the head like a piece of cornbread. Quite literary, don’t you think?
Okay short and sweet, I’m just going to explain that title: Xenomenia-menstruation from abnormal orifices. he he Think I’m going to use that one!