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The Day I Mastered the Art of Hurkle-Durkling
I once proudly declared to my wife, “I’m not lazy, I’m hurkle-durkling.” She blinked at me like I’d just sneezed in Klingon.
See, I’d stumbled across this 200-year-old Scottish term — hurkle-durkle — meaning lounging in bed way past the time a responsible adult should be vertical.
Naturally, I adopted it immediately as an enjoyable lifestyle. Don’t judge.
“Why are you still in bed?” she asked.“I’m just preserving a rich cultural tradition, honey,” I replied with a nice, relaxed yawn.
It’s right up there with other family classics like flibbertigibbet and gobbledygook.
Honestly, hurkle-durkling should be an Olympic event. I’d bring home gold, for sure.
So, yes, I hurkle. I durkle.
And I do it with flair.
Care to join the movement? Or are you already a hurkle durkle-er?