I want to make that clear.
He is, like the old song says, the sun in the morning and the moon at night. My knight in shining armor. The one who, unbelievably, took on a woman with four children and didn't run away from the oversized emotional baggage.
Having offered that disclaimer, as well as the fact that I asked him first if I could write this and he had no problem with it, I can now move on to today's topic:
Malapropisms a la Wonderhubby.
This man makes me laugh on a regular basis because he slaughters the English language in ways that I didn't believe possible. Not on purpose ... he really believes what he says.
After all, it makes perfect sense that Jennifer Lopez would "lip sing" with a pre-recorded tape during part of the televised New Year's Eve concert.
And that she and her dancers would "fwail" around crazily.
On another subject, he thought something I had said was a "moog" point -- and we weren't discussing synthesizers.
But most of all, he recently was horrified when he read that Facebook might become a paid site.
"Oh no," said Wonderhubby, as he puzzled over why the social networking site would do that.
"That would be its death nail."
I blinked at him.
"The death nail!"
I giggled helplessly.
"Um, you mean the DEATH KNELL?"
Yeah, I guess that was what he meant.
Gawd, that man is funny.