I say that if you stick to the same 50, and just repeat them, you're ok. If you limit your vocab to 50, then you're obviously not seeking the answer to life's mysteries, you're just chatty.
Right?
I counted, and I can say pretty much everything I need to say to my cats in a mere 17 words. No really. I counted. (And alphabetized.)
- a
- aren’t
- come
- Dulce/Mau
- here
- hungry
- in
- kittykins
- lap
- little
- mama’s
- my
- pretty/handsome
- scratchy-scratch
- tuna
- want
- you
Labels: daydreamer, dose of crazy, dulce, Mau
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To quote Sir Hormones, DD's teen son:
"Well, actually ... at this point I think you're more at the Padded Cell level." crazy.
HEE! No matter how you look at it, either way, I'm screwed!
Oh well! I've had three decades to come to terms with it.
(I am impressed with your 17. I for sure would have thought you were at a higher number though. *winks*)
Norma - Yeah. I'm nuts. Old news. Hee.
DD - You know it's not about the size of your ................ vocabulary, it's how you use it.
I can talk to my cats for hours with those 17 words.
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