I have learnt a new word.
Verklempt - it is of Yiddish origin and means extreme emotion or being on the verge of tears.
However, I have learnt today that it is colloquially used in the US a lot. It is used to describe drama queen displays or over dramatic/ theatrical behaviour which is out of proportion with the reality of the situation.
As in,
Today I am in semi-verklempting mode. It is Friday and I have done it again!
I AM WORKING TODAY AND HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL MYSELF
I DONT WORK FRIDAYS SO WHY DO I BOOK CLIENTS ON A FRIDAY...........AND...........AND.....................AND.............................................
We are going camping, no not glamping, the proper rough and ready variety with a dodgy camp stove, blue plastic mugs, a huddled position over the pan of sausages and a cricked neck in the morning.
Lovely, it will rain, which will of course lay myself bare for a verklempt moment or two.
Post camping report imminent. If ever I make it back to civilisation and all that I once knew and held so dear .....and ......and.............and!!
Verklempt - it is of Yiddish origin and means extreme emotion or being on the verge of tears.
However, I have learnt today that it is colloquially used in the US a lot. It is used to describe drama queen displays or over dramatic/ theatrical behaviour which is out of proportion with the reality of the situation.
As in,
......and my dress is falling off ...and my Tammy-Fae look is ruined.....and I can't find my shoes.....and ..... and....and....
According to the Hubster I verklemp quite well on occasions, if only I looked like the above whilst doing it, I could easily justify it.
Today I am in semi-verklempting mode. It is Friday and I have done it again!
I AM WORKING TODAY AND HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL MYSELF
I DONT WORK FRIDAYS SO WHY DO I BOOK CLIENTS ON A FRIDAY...........AND...........AND.....................AND.............................................
We are going camping, no not glamping, the proper rough and ready variety with a dodgy camp stove, blue plastic mugs, a huddled position over the pan of sausages and a cricked neck in the morning.
Lovely, it will rain, which will of course lay myself bare for a verklempt moment or two.
Post camping report imminent. If ever I make it back to civilisation and all that I once knew and held so dear .....and ......and.............and!!
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