#shituation

Figured I’d better document this in case for when it eventually/inevitably takes off. And if you’ve followed for a bit, you know I can’t resist a good portmanteau. So much so, friends just call them Chrisisms. There have been a few – and close friends have heard me bitch and moan when one of my orphaned witticisms finds life in the pop culture lexicon. Don’t get me started on shituation. So…

Ever wished you were a cat? There’s definitely some upside. Situations where the feline condition really pays off: sleeping 20 hours a day, watching judgmentally while someone cleans out your litter box, always landing on your feet, never needing to explain yourself. Not sure where I fall on the whole 9 lives thing. Probably somewhere between “If done correctly, one is enough” and…

Y’all know I like my portmanteaus. It’s fun…jamming a couple words together for the visual equivalent of an onomatopoeia.

But it’s a numbers game. Volume of effort contributes to ones portmanteau vocabulary. Anyone who spends time around me – whenever that’s allowed – knows that there’s a strong likelihood they will either:

A) witness these efforts in real time

B) hear an occasional successful…

Maybe this is just me and my pessimistic dark minded nature. But I heard someone talking about wearing masks yesterday and this notion just snapped into my mind.

Sure, it could easily have been the 1000th time I’ve overheard people discussing pandemic restrictions and referring to them as The New Normal. This time, though, instead of mentally nodding my head in approval of someone “getting it”,…