Yet another Confession:
I immediately dislike people who use the word asinine as part of their lexicon.
I think it started with a girl in high school who was a terribly unsuccessful social climber. She mistakenly thought I was popular and after developing a "best friend-ship" with me, sadly realized that I didn't give a hot-stink for popularity. Or school for that matter. And she claimed I stole her man. whatever. She stalked him, I charmed him. I think his name was Mark. She thought that word made her sound smart. Dork.
Then there was the ex-boyfriend who whipped it out when I refused to spend my Sunday evening shopping with him in the hole also known as Wal-Mart. He was actually referencing my desire to observe the Sabbath! Trust me, there are 10 ga-zillion things I'd rather do with my time. And much holier things to do on a Sunday night. And much nicer men to date. Jerk.
So there you have it.
It's kinda like Ritz and the name Tabitha. There's no rhyme or reason, it just makes me irritable.