Naturally, I took my feelings to Facebook.
Happiness is dating a guy who makes amazing sauteed spinach.
The second I wrote the words, I decided they sounded filthy. I know I've done it to myself (snicker) with my habit of turning even the most innocent phrases into sexual euphemisms.
Not that I have any idea what sexual act that particular phrase might represent, but as one Facebook pal noted, "it sounds like it probably would (and maybe should) be banned in several states."
Implied naughtiness sometimes stems from the reputation of the person writing or typing a phrase like that. My grandmother, for example, could write it in her holiday letter and no one would think twice.
When the phrase is spoken, however, it's all about tone. I came home the other night to find the housemates engrossed in a conversation about a wildlife tourist attraction in Alaska. One of them took a swig of his beer and gave a lopsided smile.
"They'll even let you comb the caribou," he slurred a little drunkenly.
The other housemate snorted. "Comb the caribou? Is that what the kids call it these days?"
I haven't stopped laughing about it since then, nor have I stopped trying to imagine what that might be a euphemism for. Something tells me it's best left undefined.
Have you read or heard any phrases lately that weren't meant to be dirty but somehow ended up sounding that way? Please share!
Then practice saying, "leave a blog comment" in different tones until you convince yourself it's the raunchiest phrase ever uttered.