Could it be me? Hmm...

In an effort to better describe my wacky day yesterday, I searched the world over for just the right words. In case you have trouble following, I included the definitions.

I woke feeling absolutrific (Response to - How do you feel?)! I usually wake in a good mood. Of course it didn't take long before I became the flibbertigibbet (a silly, flighty, or scatterbrained person) that I truely can be. I had a million things to do and was already feeling caddywampus (the state of being grossly out of alignment, skewed, or uneven). Despite my enormous mound of responsibility, it was my goal to not niggle (According to dictionary.com, it means to criticize, especially constantly or repeatedly, in a peevish or petty way) my husband or children today. Also, being from a podunk ( small and isolated) town, you learn that it is important to be kind to strangers (they may be related), but I found myself just trying to avoid a kerfluffle (altercation) all day. There were the "other" bad drivers, the other annoying people, and even the guy at the sandwich shop that was very NAMBY-PAMBY(effeminate in behaviour or expression) and seemed to take forever to order the perfect sandwich. The whole day was filled with huggermugger (disorder or confusion). Then it occured to me that perhaps it was "I" having a terrible attitude. So I decided to expectorate (might seem to mean "spit"; it actually describes that horrid (or uniquely satisfying) experience of mustering one's phlegm into a suitable hunk that can be propelled up the throat and out into the world) on this blandiose (Relating to something that appears impressive or that has pretensions to grandeur, but that is actually bland) day and go to bed early!