The Mystery of the Grapelid

I've been playing Scramble with Friends a lot lately--do you know this game? It is essentially a timed-word search competition. What I want to know is: why isn't grapelid a word? Excuse me, I need a new hammer because my grapelid broke my old one.  Have you seen the new grapelid? On shelves this summer.

I've got the sillies. Raffi says to shake the sillies out, but tonight, I shake them out of my fingers.

One image that has stuck with me in a powerful way is from the end of Beauty and the Beast. Spoiler Alert! The beast turns into a human--but as he does so, he levitates, and light shoots out of his fingertips.  This is the way I feel sometimes, and this is the way I feel now--floating with light shooting out of my fingertips.

This is a natural reaction to the combination of caffeine and falling in love.  I am still always falling in love. Still with Ryan of course!  He is silly; I am silly. I could run around willy-nilly, desultory, but then he keeps me grounded.  Calls me out and holds my hand. Smiles and jokes back instead of rolling his eyes.

I haven't decided what I think grapelid means. Do you know what it means?  I just know that when I played scramble one day, I was like, man, that's it. That is the next word I need to learn. But it wasn't the next word I learned.  The next word I learned was nadir, which means low point. Lowest point.

Today my friend Carrie was there for me when I needed her fashion advice. In fact, she has always been there for me when I've needed any advice.  Today I asked her about how to wear high-waisted pants well. She told me that the point of them is to accentuate the length of the legs, so it's good to wear a top that doesn't make the pants lose that effect. Or belt one that would have done that!  I consider this advice to be sound.

I  bought high-waisted trousers on my lunch because the pants I had worn were uncomfortable, which I had forgotten. It was a throw-on-clothes-and-run-out-the-door morning, but in a good way. I love sleeping!

Waisted is not a word, it tells me. Grapelid is not a word, it tells me. BUT THEN WHAT IS THIS?

High-waisted grapelids, my friends.

With a bow,
Katie

What if there was a bow for your hair that was shaped like someone bowing down?  It would be a bow bow. You could put it on your elbow, climb a tree, and sit on a bough. Then you would have an elbow bow bow on a bough.

Just sayin'.