“Does my nose deceive me or has Henry started up that damn barbecue grill of his?” Bill groused to his wife. “Ever since he bought that jodhoeing monstrosity of a grill, he’s out there night after night, as soon as it turns twilight, grilling steaks and chops and chicken and whatever else he can burn to a crisp. And he invites all of his loud, obnoxious friends over. He’s so ostentatious.”
“Oh my God, Bill,” his wife Maggie said, “don’t soil your trousers over this. I told you that if we moved to the burbs, you’d be dealing with this sort of thing. I wanted to move further out to the countryside, but you wanted to move into a new housing development, the perfect microcosm of suburbia, with cookie cutter houses and noisy, nosy neighbors surrounding you.”
Bill shook his head. “It just pisses me off that he’s always out there barbecuing and that I can’t even relax in my own backyard.”
“Yeah, right,” Maggie said. “Admit it, Bill, what you’re really pissed about is that he hasn’t invited you over.”
“Yeah, he’s a jodhoeingly rude son of a bitch, ain’t he?” Bill said.
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Tale Weaver prompt, where the theme is Making Sense of Nonsense and the nonsense word is “jodhoeing.” Also for these daily prompts: Daily Addictions (nose), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (barbecue), Word of the Day Challenge (twilight), Your Daily Word Prompt (ostentatious), The Daily Spur (soil), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (microcosm).