Evideb says that Mimi, the evildog, was as sick as a dog could be, on Saturday night. The evil inside her was coming out both ends, and she was throwing up every five minutes. The next day, when Mimi began to cough, AlmostCertainlyGoingToEndUpEvilMaggie asked her mom if the dog was about to “bomit.”

“Bomit? Don’t you mean “vomit?”

“Bomit is PRETEND vomit.”

When Evideb told me the story today, I had to admit that there was a need in my life for a word that means pretend, or virtual, vomit. In fact, just five minutes ago:

Spoken:

Me: Uh-oh… Deb… I think I am going to bomit.

Evideb: Oh no… why?

Via Chat:

Me: Because overheard: “am I going to make ANY commission on this? oh my god… that is so much money!”

Me: therefore; jodi: bomit.

Evildeb: I have a question. Am I going to make ANY commission on this painful review of these GENERIC WORK TASK AT P.O.E. that I’m working on?

Me: no. no you are not. in fact, all you are going to make is bomit.

Evildeb: yes, I think I shall make some bomit. Hey, that’s what you can do when he gets loud, you can bomit over the wall of his cubicle.

Me: I need some golf balls, and a sharpie pen, STAT!