So, about 25 years ago, a college friend of mine, Rob embarked on a secret, lifelong mission with me. It's been long enough that I feel I can finally come clean about it.
We were both fascinated by the word "quiz" and its unusual origin. It had been more or less injected into the english language as an exploit, back in the late 18th century. Being two stalwart academics with an eye toward both nerdishness and tomfoolery, we decided we would do our own guerrilla assault on the English language, inserting our own nonsense word.
That word is Refangulate. It's a verb, meaning to measure by relative means. You know how a cubit is from Pharaoh's tip of his finger to his elbow? That's refangulation. How about how a smurf is three apples high, or how a horse is so many handspans tall? Yup, refangulation again.
I have subtly used the word in conversation for over two decades, trying to get it to catch.
The reason I'm coming clean about it today is that this morning, as I was getting dressed, I caught myself in an unwitting act of self-refangulation by panties, as I was getting dressed.
I'm going through my underwear drawer, like you do, picking out what I want to wear for the day, while I dodge the loving underfoot antics of my cats. As I'm going through the drawer I notice the pair on the lefthand side of the picture, which are relatively new, and which I bought several months ago. When I first got them they were just a bit too small on me to even be worn. The pair on the right are a pair of panties my wife bought for me, a long while back.
I kept both of these pairs of underpants because I like them, and because I knew I wanted to fit into them. I'm down almost 33 pounds now from when I started doing keto back in mid-March, and they've both become QUITE comfortable. I'm slowly shrinking into underpants I really like, and which will soon become too big to wear.
I realized that I've begun to measure myself by panties. That's a refangulation I can really get behind. Or into. Or something.