“I know words. I have the best words.”
Like Donald Trump, I’ve always prided myself on my vocabulary. I know a lot of words. But unlike Donald Trump, I know how to spell them and I know what they mean.
Lately, though, I’ve noticed that some of the words that I know I know seem to be harder for me to conjure up when I need them. I’ll be talking to my wife and ask her if she knows where the, um, oh, what’s that thing called? And I’ll end up asking her about the “whatchamacallit.”
And then she’ll ask me “what whatchamacallit?”
And I’ll say, “You know, that doohickey that I use to fix the thingamajig.”
Most of the time, though, she figures out what whatchamacallit, doohickey, and/or thingamajig I am talking about before I remember the right word for whatever it was I was asking about.
I guess that happens after spending forty years under the same roof with whatsername.