“Swick” is a word I made up by myself. It means “sweet” and “sick” at the same time (“sick” as in “cool”, not “sick” as in “ew” or “can I stay home today”). It started as a joke but now I can’t stop saying it.
Appropriate use of “swick”:
You: “Hey Courtenay, I found this photo of you where you won a prize for a project your mom made for you in 4th grade.”
Me: “Swick!”
(Maybe for next Halloween I’ll update the bull to Bizco!)
So little Bizco is so cross-eyed that (I think) he has very little depth-perception. He’s gotten stuck on the roof several times and absolutely refuses to climb back down like the other cats do, he just sits up there and squawks and squawks until my mom finally gives up on putting cat-food lures next to the porch overhang. She lets him in through a window and then hustles him downstairs and back outside (none of the cats are indoor cats – but with 14 acres to play on, they are in kitty heaven!).
