When hubby and I first got married, we were fresh-out-of-college and very broke. We looked for cheap ways to entertain ourselves, which could explain why our extremely expensive daughter was born, um, 10 months later. We’d play frisbee at the park, read Oscar Wilde plays aloud (I made an excellent Cecily Cardew), and we would do Mad Libs.
Mad Libs were the craze when I was a kid. My friends and I would spend hours attempting to make funny stories. It was rare, but sometimes we would come up with something hilarious. The same held true when hubby and I played. Recently, I came across one of our old Mad Lib books and it took me back to the days when we had time to sit around thinking of the most clever adjective or least pedestrian plural noun.
I noticed the adjectives we chose then were vastly different than adjectives we would chose now, if we decided to take up our old hobby again. We used words like “exquisite”, “serene”, “blithe”, “skinny”, “fluffy”, and “shiny”. Now they would be “moist”, “pudgy”, “turbulent”, “disheveled”, “persnickety”, “mischievous”, and “blessed”.
And the stories would be better.
I love mad libs! 🙂