Laying on the couch reading an old paperback I had found under my bed while hunting for a MIA flip flop, I stopped reading to ask Hubby if he had ever used the word taradiddle in a sentence, cause the author had just used it in the book and I didn’t think he had used it correctly, even though I didn’t know what taradiddle meant,  but I looked up to see this…

huh…

Had I been thumping my foot and Hubby had grabbed it to stop the annoyance?

Was he watching something scary on TV and had reached out for my foot like a security blanket?

Maybe his hand was cold and he was using my constant body temp of a thousand degrees to keep him warm?

Or maybe, maybe he just loved me and holding any part of me, even my unpedicured man foot that had obviously lost feeling to touch, was all he needed to be content in his life… or at least this moment.

Ya, let’s go with that.

p.s. Taradiddle – noun – A petty lie. Pretentious nonsense.

p.s.s. The author had used it correctly.