My sister's boyfriend, pardon me, fiance, proposed to her yesterday. Something about the fourth of July and getting engaged! Not the first romantic holiday that comes to mind, but I guess they couldn't get engaged on Valentine's Day, that's Poonch II's birthday.
When I was about 5 or 6, I invented a word to refer to a boyfriend and a girfriend - Poonchies. The word stuck and when I was dating Zippy, whenever he would come over, my dad would run around saying, "Poonch is here! Poonch is here." When my sister, Ditty, started dating Poonch II, we couldn't very well call him "Poonch" because that was already taken. So, Poonch II he became.
I've come to the conclusion in the last, oh 6 or 7 years, that my English is not normal English. Its a mixture of words that Ditty and I made up as children (children means from the day we started talking to present day) that my parents (we) have continued to use. Nothing like a little Familynese to make a person feel welcome. The funny part is when people who are not a part of our immediate family start using Familynese. I shudder to think what language Baba will speak when he heads of to kindergarten in 5 years.
Poonch: Boyfriend or Girlfriend. Example: My poonch is coming over tonight to smooch.
Poonchies: More than one poonch. A couple.
Take she's tub: Take a bath.
Way Brr: Cold
Chee Brr: Very cold
Ocht!: No way!
Ocht McGruber: I don't believe you
Smell ya!: Talk to you later. Love you.
Lub you: I love you
Fungie smelling hungie: I love you a lot.
O'righta Potatoe: Okay
Nut Doctor: my therapist
Baba GoiGoi: Baby boy
More to come.....
Including the lyrics to the second greatest song ever written "Asthma Dog!" (Zippy believes the greatest song ever written is "Ya-hoo for boobs and butts," written and sung by Zippy. He is a very good singer slash songwriter. I just hope he doesn't quit his day job).