A Basket of Sprontonicles

I got increasingly sniffy, sneezy, coughy, and headachy all day - I tried to talk to my boss as she and my favorite co-worker were eating lunch together, and they both unconsciously leaned away from my shivering, sniffling self as I approached. Boss cut me off in mid explanation/sneeze, and said, "we love you, but GO HOME." I took care of some essential stuff that I knew would multiply within and eventually conquer my inbox if I didn't nip such behavior in the bud, and then I walked home dejectedly. And crashed for three. Whole. Blissful! Hours.

I awoke (sadly, with a massive sinus headache) to the following one-sided conversation from my sister that played itself out in the Gmail chat window:

DD: u home homie?

DD: NERZ (expl: my unfortunate nickname)

NERZ

NRZ

NERSA

gramlint

snigum

brintlish

perdrick

sprontonicle

chantimulous

stronkornasty

DD: ripirnstriant

that is what you are

ripernstirant

DD: smantiptranticlum!

is what i'm gonna have if you dont come talk to me

DD: nerz nerz nerz nerz

nerzyzyzyzyzyz

I think "sprontonicle" will be the term I'll use in the future for the words that we make up, it's a common game we play.

I would LOVE to bake fish for dinner, but I'm not exactly sure how and my female parental unit is neglecting her cell phone, as usual.