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Touchy or Touche

I can't remember where I saw it but it's been stuck in my head for awhile now.


I noticed the term "touche"  which is like a french term that means the following:


An acknowledgement of the success, appropriateness or superiority of an argument, sometimes used sarcastically to mock one's opponent's absurd logic.


I know what it means and how it is pronounced, but for some reason, my brain always reads "touche" as "touchy".  Touchy meaning:


Oversensitive and irritable





An interesting mix up.  Two other words I always mix up are "quiche" and "quickie", the mix-up, however, is not as ironic. I, on one hand, can be extremely touchy and irritable while tired.  I think I have been so tired lately that I don't even know that I am tired anymore.  I finally gave into a nice three hour nap today and woke up very refreshed and felt much better.  


Today the Abbott family went and got pictures to capture Haley at three months of age.  I am very excited to see how they turned out.  Since the pictures were outside, we were very lucky to have great weather.


Other than that, I really don't have much for today.  There is a good list of things that I should be doing but am not.  Oh well.  I guess we all need a lazy day now and then.  It has been requested upon me to make a homemade pie.  I can count the number of times I've made a homemade pie on well...no hands, because I've never done it before.  So I will be doing some research on pie making.  I have a feeling I will be soon blogging about my pie making adventure.  I need to call my sister-in-law, as I think she could out cook Betty Crocker. I hope everyone has a fantastic evening.  Get some sleep and don't be so touchy.


Until next time.....

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