It is 3 am. The. Worst. Time. Of. Day. Period. I’m feeding Mister in the rocking chair in the corner, cursing my husband who is sleeping undisturbed in the bed. I think he senses my disgust and decides to rub it in.
“Ermmmmmm,” he groans. He rolls over. Then he does the thing that makes me wish I’d eaten the leftovers he was looking forward to having for lunch. He lets out his “Og-fiff,*” of a snore. The nerve. Why couldn’t he just let out a string of z’s like the characters in picture books? At least I could close my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at them. Then again, I’d probably end up resenting the letter z.
What word have you made up and used in your writing?
*Og-fiff is not a real word, but it is actually how my husband’s snoring sounds.