My New Word

The hide-a-bed was still out from the boys play earlier in the day, so that is where Bryan and I sat. He watched a movie, while I sat close to him reading books about printing. I had my scratch paper next to me and a pen in my hand, ready to jot down ideas I loved. While writing one idea the pen ran out of ink. I began to shake it violently in my hand, using the whole right side of my body for momentum. I was not angry at the plastic pen, just annoyed at the though of having to get up from my comfy spot and grab a different one. So I was shaking it with passion, willing it to produce more ink! Bryan looked at me and said, "It seems like you are having some sort of writers block seizure or something."

"Well I just can't get this darn poople-doop to write!" I said.

Bryan's eyebrows raised inquisitively, "Did you just say poople-doop? Wow. You must be having writers block."

Poople-doop = a pen that has run out of ink. My new terminology for the day.