A WORD IS A WORD IS A WORD

I discovered this week another meaning for the word assorted. Oh, I came by this knowledge by accident. Some might argue focus.

Here goes. I was sent to the grocery store for all the necessities: lunch meat, bananas, potato chips, sodas, and as the note my wife had written--assorted cookies. These were for a fellowship for women from her BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) discussion group which was meeting at our house on Wednesday afternoon.

No problem. I found all the requirements plus a few other including supper. At least the main part: rotisserie barbecued chicken. I brought in the loot and was asked where the chocolate cookies were. You see, I'm Irish, along with a whole lot of other cultures. But Irish is the only one we celebrate and so I got green sprinkled, white iced sugar cookies, made especially for St. Patrick's Day. Of course, I love them, don't often get them, and knew there would be plenty of leftovers. For me, naturally. To supplement the assortment, I bought some Mother's Cookies--the taffy kind. But no chocolate. I don't like chocolate cookies that much, so why bother?

Wrong. My wife lectured me about women liking chocolate more than men and I should know that assorted not only included chocolate, but that's where it started. She proceeded to get out a cooking dish and made chocolate or yes, assorted brownies, complete with nuts.

As she predicted, the gals went for the chocolate assorted ones and left me the Irish cookies. By noon on Thursday there wasn't a non-assorted cookie left standing. A perfect ending to a perfect purchase. There were even some assorted ones left over for my perusal. ( I know perusal doesn't fit there, but if words can mean whatever we want them to, then it fits there.)