Momnesia

My Husband, The Linguist

We were talking about something that excited Scott the other day.

"Man, I am so jizzed about it!" he called to me while I was in the kitchen.

Startled, I peered around the corner at him in the living room: "Uh... honey, I think you mean jazzed," I said.

He cocked his head at me. "What does jizzed mean?"

"Not what you think," I gritted my teeth at him, aghast that we were even having this conversation.

"Jizzed?" he asked.

"Ahh! Stop saying it!" I exclaimed.

"But what does it mean?!" he demanded.

"Just... google it!" I said, and ran out of the room.

Now you googled it too, didn't you?