Former boss Flo is newly engaged. In the manner of women half her age who haven't been twice divorced, she now talks about little else and uses "my fiance" as a pronoun. "I was talking with my fiance this morning, and I told my fiance to stop bogarting the Valtrax and to get me some when my fiance gets my fiance's self some."
In the manner of me, I roll my eyes and tolerate it.
"Do you want to be my made of honor?!" she chatted me.
An eternity went by without my responding, so she chatted again: "Wow! I actually made John speechless! That's a first."
Then I told her what I'm telling you: I spent that minute staring at the word "made" and thinking about funny pseudo-Latin scientific names.