Word Of The Day

Quandary quan·da·ry
Pronunciation: \`kwän-d-rē\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural quan·da·ries
Etymology: origin unknown
Date: 1579

: a state of perplexity or doubt

Dilemma di·lem·ma
Pronunciation: \da-`le-ma also dī-\
Function: noun
Etymology: Late Latin, from Late Greek dilēmmat-, dilēmma, probably back-formation from Greek dilēmmatos involving two assumptions, from di- + lēmmat-, lēmma assumption — more at lemma
Date: 1523

: a problem involving a difficult choice


My sister and I spent an afternoon together last week while my mother was recovering post-op. We had quite a boring time of it as we didn’t want to disturb Mom by turning on the television or talking too loudly. When “She Wishes She Looked Like Angelina Jolie But She’s Doesn’t and I Don’t Have The Nerve To Tell Her” and I get together we tend to laugh, giggle, snort, and disrupt those around us without even trying. She and I both gave a shot at reading but had a difficult time concentrating on our stories. We put our heads together and wondered what we could do to pass the time. Then lo and behold what did mine eyes reveal? My camera….in my purse….calling out to us to release it from eternal darkness.

So there we are holding this camera and looking evilly into each others eyes. I smirk…..she smirks…..and we start snapping away.

So here’s my dilemma/quandary. Do I post a photo montage of the pictures we took while waiting for Mom to awaken from her anesthetic or morphine induced coma? If I post them will OUR SWEET, PRECIOUS BABY BROTHER, THE PRODIGAL SON, THE FAVORED ONE, THE BANE OF OUR EXSISTANCE tell Mom there are pictures posted of her that make it look as if we were attending her wake? Hmmm? Will he tattle on me? I know “She Wishes She Looked Like Angelina Jolie But She’s Doesn’t and I Don’t Have The Nerve To Tell Her” won’t nark but will “I Have Pictures Of You In A Drunken Stupor At One Of Our Many St. Paddy’s Day/Birthday Parties That I’m Sure You Don’t Want Posted” let our kind, loving, patient, tolerant mother know what I have done?

I shall wait with bated breath to see if “I Have Pictures Of You In A Drunken Stupor At One Of Our Many St. Paddy’s Day/Birthday Parties That I’m Sure You Don’t Want Posted” posts a comment letting us know if I should go ahead with the blog post honoring the successful hip replacement surgery of our mother...... or not.