How do I begin this wild verbal ride, this crazy trip down vocabulary lane? Should I tell you that right now I feel like my parents failed me? I do a little. They didn’t prepare me for all the words life would throw at me. Sigh… Mom, Dad… you guys let me down.
What am I talking about? What indeed… don’t act like you don’t know… let’s just come right out with it then.
I didn’t know what “prepend” meant. I didn’t even know it was a fricking word until shortly after noon today. It’s not that I’m a literary genius or anything, but you’d think that a word that’s in a menu on my telephone wouldn’t escape me. It wasn’t even on my fancy pants iPhone… just a run of the mill regular cell phone. I’ve never thought of myself as having a limited number of words to use. I’ve always been quite pleased with my knowledge and my ability to select and utilize the English language. Well not today.
Am I alone? Do you know what prepend means? My spell check isn’t even recognizing it as a word so maybe I shouldn’t feel all that awful… but I do. I’m traumatized.
Damn you English language. Damn you straight to the bowls of some hot sweaty furnace room.