The Birth of Merb

Several years ago my husband and I developed a second language for ourselves. Something akin to pig latin...only cooler, of course. As this language of Knob (as I like to call it...starting now) developed, a single word surpassed all in utility and application. That word is MERB.

I finally watched Doctor Detroit as an adult (REALLY?)....merb.

My boss just noticed I have a tattoo....merb.

My mother-in-law cooked peas JUST FOR ME (I hate peas)....merb.

Yelling "Baby Fish Mouth!" in a meeting full of flip charts only caused blank stares...merb.

The keys I was looking for were in my hand...merb.

...and so on.

Merb is something we all experience. I intend to hurdle it.