Browntail. Bad this year. Got nuttin'. To the archives...
Feb. 12, 2016
This morning I stepped out onto the Front Porch and instantaneously
turned into a giant goosebump. It bordered on being a painful
experience, brought on by the brisk -5° we are enjoying at this moment.
Did you notice the little minus sign in front of the 5? Feel free to
insert as much sarcasm as you wish into those last statements.
"Enjoying?"... my frozen fanny thinks not!!! Goosebumps... ya gotta love
that term. Of course, I hadta look it up. My questing mind has finally
woke up. Where was it when I needed it in school? Focus, must focus...
ok, I'm back. After an extremely brief Google search which means I could be completely wrong, here's what I got on goosebumps. There are 2 medical terms for the phenomenon known as
goosebumps. Cutis anserina, which sounds like something one would coo at
a cute goosebumply baby. Then there's my personal favorite,
horripiliation, which aptly describes my experience this morning as the
'horri-fic' sensation that 'rip-ped' it's way from my head to my toes. I
wonder if I have morphed permanently into a giant horripbump. Back to
the Front Porch, the winds are calm, but aren't they always in the
morning? The skies are fair and the humidity is at 75%. Me and my
horripiliation are gonna find a hot shower now. I don't wanna go to
work looking like a giant featherless goose. My wish for you today...
may your goosebumps always be cutis as opposed to horrip!!!! 😆
