Oooo, That Sound!

Much of the time, I can't explain it. The human mind, the way it works I mean.

So I'm in the shower this morning and into my head pops the word loofah as in the sponge. Nope, don't own one. Nope, never have.

Something about that vowel sound rattles around, and then lugubrious becomes le mot du moment. Luuuguuubrious. And a simple joke--that is my happy face.

Shortly thereafter--not to be confused with the hereafter--salubrious comes to mind. Okay, now this word trail beckons. 

Coon Rapids, Hooterville, Tucson--sing it with me, Tucumcari, too.

Peru. But I digress.

Bucolic, cooties, Doody (Howdy), euphoria--foolishness.

Putrid. Hang on that vowel. Puuutrid. See, there's putrid, and then there's puuutrid. Dare I offer, puuu-uuu-uuu-trid.

Somewhere during the course of fixing breakfast, another tangent.

Boo, coo, goo, loo, moo, nincompoop--gotcha ya.

Rue, stew--chew on that for a second. View, woo, you, and--duh--zoo.

Hooked on euphonics, I guess.

Humorous?

Don't give a hoot?

Uffda.