<body leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" onload="MM_preloadImages('http://www.sarahwolf.com/buttons/home_on_pale.gif','http://www.sarahwolf.com/buttons/chile_on_pale.gif','http://www.sarahwolf.com/buttons/avenger_on_pale.gif','http://www.sarahwolf.com/buttons/blog_on_pale.gif','http://www.sarahwolf.com/buttons/about_on_pale.gif','http://www.sarahwolf.com/buttons/contact_on_pale.gif','http://www.sarahwolf.com/buttons/wmd_on_pale.gif')" bgcolor="#f3f3f3" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0"><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d8552310\x26blogName\x3dDriving+in+Heels\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dSILVER\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://drivinginheels.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://drivinginheels.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d-8145056526483354884', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
  Driving In Heels
Home Page
Must Love Green Chile
Tales of the Dark Avenger
Driving In Heels
WMD
About Me
Contact
   

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

yeah/no

A new construction has slipped into my venacular and it's driving Adam insane.

"Yeah/no." Say something, anything that requires a response and I'll preface my comments with "yeah/no."

Adam: If enemy forces wanted to torture me, all they'd have to do is fit me for contacts. I hate contacts. I hate anything taking up the real estate of my eyeball.
Sarah: Yeah/no. Why do you think I'm always running to dig eyelashes out the second they fall in?
Adam: ...

Adam: It's like flag-to-flag races just aren't exciting anymore.
Sarah: Yeah/no. Like back when we were mad for Ferrari in 2002, it was cool, but now...
Adam: Yeah? No? Make up your mind, woman!

Adam: Could you set up the coffee?
Sarah: Yeah, no. I'm on it capt'n.
Adam: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!

He claims the yeah/no phenomenon has encroached on my vocabulary in the last month or so, and he hates it. Of course, he likes to make me insane with his recent co-opting of the very annoying pronunciation of "across" with a bonus t. He's not from Jersey and I'm not indecisive, so what's going on?

In the case of the yeah/no, I believe it evolved with help from my laziness. Work with me here. In the beginning, there was "Yeah, you know" (or "yeah, I know") which turned into "Y'know," (a phrase my agent hates) which turned into the "yeah/no" we know today, an economical statement allowing the listener freedom of interpretation or a ticket to wife-icide.

I am trying to excise it, so feel free to bust me on it.

1 Comments:

Blogger Sarah said...

(Yeah, he's always like this.)

9:18 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home

Old posts

    Powered by Blogger


     SarahWolf.com - Copyright © 2006 Sarah H. Wolf & Wolf Media Development.
   For permission to use any part of this website, contact the webmistress.