That's an Icelandic word expressing my feelings right now. Normally, I'm the type that has about one beer a week with a meal and maybe one glass of wine a week with a meal. Right now, I'm on my second glass of wine after the game and I'm feeling it just a little. I'm ready to go to bed, where my wife has been for several hours. She has to get up in the morning to do her volunteer work at Good Works, the Athens homeless shelter. Me, I can sleep in.
While I'm talking Icelandic, one of my mother's two native tongues, let me explain why I usually call our radio announcer Russell rather than "Russ." It's because in Icelandic "Russ" (the sound of the word, not the spelling) means "butt" or "ass." As a kid I didn't know that it wasn't an English word because it's what we used in our household for "butt" and I was appalled when my future aunt called my Uncle Russell "Russ." Aren't you glad you read this inebriated prose?
Last Edited: 11/20/2013 1:53:22 AM by OhioCatFan