Attempts to Fit My Word-of-the-Day Word Into Everyday Conversation
Gotta work on that vocab.
My neck hurts. I think I abrogated it last night.
A small coffee please. With a fife of sugar.
Sorry I’m late everyone, traffic was panegyric.
Try my coffee—does it taste supine to you?
It was just 20 minutes. Why are you being such a doyen?
Call me antinomian but I prefer life in the country.
Last I heard she sublated to Seattle.
Can’t talk right now, things are a bit tessellated at work.
Summer’s great but my true sobriquet is the fall.
My neck’s arraigning me! Will this day never sluice?
That’s a toughie. Let me perambulate on it for a bit.
Anyone mind if I bilk this meeting?
*Cough* Feeling puerile. Might head home early.
Party time! Let’s get frowzy.
A dithyramb of drinks for me and my friends, please.
Can’t this weekend, I’m titillating the house.
I think my ulna’s coming tonight.
Ladies and gentlemen put your mandibles together for Roger!
How about that game last night? Sesquipedalian.
What don’t you understand? It’s perfectly connubial.
I’m not drunk. Don’t be so orthogonal.
Pretentious? That’s limpid coming from you.
Dithy-ramb! Dithy-ramb!
Don’t treat me like some kind of obelus you can just throw around.
She looked at me, pelmets in her eyes.
Doyens! Doyens all of you!
Feeling desultory… I think I’m gonna calque.
Thanks for driving me home, ulna. You’re a real phalanx.