Define "Retreat"

So. Only one of these scenarios really happened in the really really world.

You might not know this, but I spent the weekend at a monastery while His Nibs and the kids stayed at home. And do you know what happened there? A whole lot of sex. Serioulsy. Couldn’t get away from it. A staggering amount of sex. What’s the collective noun for an awful lot of copulation? There was a nuzzle of sex. (Wait; can you *have* a collective noune for a verb? It does seem rather counter-intuitive, doesn’t it? Maybe it’s a collective adjective then.) There was nuzzling and caressing and humping and fucking every time I turned around. I am *totally* not complaining. At a MONASTERY (and yes, the Benedictines are Roman Catholic).

Now, in the dream I had last night (yes, that first part actually happened), Neuba and her J and their gorgeous baby, and Darth Xander and *his* J and *their* gorgeous baby, and a bunch of people who haven’t any gorgeous babies at all were all staying in a hotel of sorts. It seemed to me that Neuba and her J were living in this apartment/condo complex, because they had a bathtub in the main room. It was a large clawfoot tub with coloured water and jets. And Yours Truly was about 5 months pregnant. (**sigh**) I mean, lots of other things happened, but that was the real salient point. Oh, and my mum showed up. She and I and my grandmother had a *really* long conversation last night (thank you, mugwort tea!), but I wasn’t expecting to see mum again tonight. She was disdainful of all the crap I’d brought to the hotel/apartment (with good right). She also told me to lose some weight (she’s been telling me that since I was eleven, and she’s right).

So a big hey to Neuba and her J and their wee wiggler, and to Darth Xander and his J and their wee wobbler. You guys seem to be doing great!

Also, babies and toddlers from now on shall be called ‘wigglers and wobblers’, and in the store I own that has toys, handmade clothes, and other kidstuff, that’s how their section shall be labelled. Make it so.


8 responses to “Define "Retreat"”

  1. Copulation is also a noun, you know. I think that context would allow it to be a collective noun in an unmodified state. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from wanting to call the collective noun coitulation… but maybe that’s just me.

  2. Smarty Pants, an orgy in and of itself is collective, but it’s not a collective noun.

    I’m thinking along the lines of a rumination of owls and a fluster of floutists and a pride of lions and an angst of goths.

  3. The question is, did you finish the story with all the acts of congress in it? And where have you submitted it?

  4. Yes, I agree that stories who dream themselves novels are indeed a grievance to those of us whose attention spans typically achieve gnatlike proportions. The horns of a dilemma indeed, to either serve the work like a practicing artist should or SQUIRREL!

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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