…the question being: “Kim, are you really that old-fashioned?” upon reading the following:

…and realizing that I last used the phrase in a conversation with my sister as late as last year — with both of us understanding its meaning precisely. (So did New Wife, by the way, when I asked her if she understood it. She still uses it, occasionally.)
It is, by the way, a wonderful expression in that it acknowledges a feeling (melancholy) without taking it too seriously (i.e. by giving it a self-deprecating nickname).
Also by the way, I much prefer “melancholy” over “depression”. Depression is a longtime (and potentially life-threatening) illness, whereas melancholy is just an attack of the blahs, easily remedied by the purchase of a new gun, reading a good book or listening to anything not composed by Igor Stravinsky or John Cage.













...because as any fule kno, if they’re NOT old enough to bleed...


















