I came upon this in a dictionary and it tickled me. The meaning is "soft rolls of dust that collect under beds or other furniture." Or, dust bunnies. I love my husband dearly, but occasionally I'm struck by my super love affair with words. Words are the greatest gift to human kind. If I were stranded on a desert island, and could only have 3 books, I would want the Roget's International Thesaurus, the Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, and, well, that would be it. If I had to pick a third, I'd bring a rhyming dictionary or one of the Dictionaries of American Regional English, which only include a few letters in each very huge volume. And it is Volume II (D-H) of said Dictionary where foo-foo made its illustrious appearance.
I don't suppose this has very much to do with the upcoming holiday. Other than I feel at peace, my holiday chores are completed, I'm half-way pleased with the gifts I've chosen, so my mind is free to do what a mind does best. Saunter along and cherish unique words that cross its path.
Exploring ideas, is also a good mental exercise, but too often that takes me into ranting mode. Politics, religion, social mores, and the stupid left lane driver going 59.5 MPH can send me spiraling into a full-bore frenzy. It's fun, and I'll never quit doing it, but for a pure sense of peace and tranquility, give me a word like "quiche." Isn't it lovely?
But quiche left under the bed too long soon becomes foo-foo.
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