Word of the Day: Except
Not “accept.” Nononono. No. How many times have I seen the two words mixed up around the ‘net? You too? *shakingmyhead*
Okay, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way!
I saw the phrase, “naked except for my socks,” and my brain immediately yanked up the image of Tom Cruise from Risky Business. You know the one.
Really, brain? Really?
I knew girls who thought that scene was awesome, except I didn’t. I’m all for dancing around the house in one’s underwear, but for some reason, I felt embarrassed on Tom’s behalf. Maybe it was the socks.
Anyway, back to except.
The word conjures up all kinds of exceptions for me – things I am except when I’m not. Or, conversely, things I’m not except when I am. Like, I’m a fairly smart girl, except when I do dumb things, like post an old picture of Tom Cruise in Risky Business on my blog.
Generally, I’m pretty stoic, except when I feel pressed for time, then I can get kind of snippy and cranky.
Mostly, I don’t smell like vinegar, except when I get out of the bath, at which time my beloved calls me Salad Lady. Because I use homemade shampoo bars, I also use a vinegar solution rinse, except I add a lot of essential oils to it. The vinegary smell goes away as it dries, honest! (for the record, my husband disputes this)
There are exceptions to every rule, I suppose. I accept that. I just can’t decide if those exceptions annoy me, or relieve me. I like rules. Except when I like breaking them.