At a loss for words

I love words. I love the fact that every single word has its very own meaning. Sometimes a word can even mean more than one thing! How cool (and confusing) is that?! So great is my fascination for words that I’m actually rather sad because my dictionary has gone missing. I know there are online dictionaries, but I found it very gratifying to look words up in my big, red, International Webster’s Concise Dictionary of the English Language which has somehow disappeared from my possession. I have two suspects. Margrethe and Elin: if you’re reading this, I hope you will search your souls—and your bookshelves….

Perhaps it was my dictionary’s absence that caused me to be at a loss for words the other day. Either that or the fact that my newly-purchased refrigerator poetry kit didn’t have all the words I wanted. But, I was able to throw something together that made sense (at least to me). And who says that the refrigerator poetry kit has to be used on a fridge? I find that it works just as well on my night light.