I hope it came through in my post, at least to those who know me a little, but I find all these unexpected mis-speaks hilarious and I never confuse it wioth simply being dumb or poorly vocabulated. (like the new word?) I've been enjoying laughing at myself for years, ever since the day I careened off a pony making a tight turn, bounced a few times, and then laughed so hard I could hardly climb back up. Or the day my jeans fell down around my young-adult ankles in downtown Boston noon rush hour. But with stroke brain I crack myself up more than ever-- the pressure of being the "quickest one" is off, maybe for good!