So the other evening, My Beloved was trying to tell me about his day. I was upstairs; he was down.
I called out, “Wait. I can’t really hear you. Let me come down.”
MB kept talking. I tried my best faraway listening. Forget it. I came to the top of the stairs and stopped him.
“What’d you say? ‘Everything went wobbly-eyed‘?”
He stared at me in disbelief.
“Nooo. I said, ‘Everything went horribly awry.'”
Oh.
Hmm. (I think I like mine better.)