Fee. On. Say.
I’m having a tricky time with the word fiancé. Perhaps this is because, at the restaurant where I work, there’s a crossiant sandwich on the menu. A crow-sahnt sandwich. Except sometimes people order the qua-sauh sandwich and I want to punch them in the face, which is so totally not nice of me, I know, especially since qua-sauh is the correct pronunciation and all. I can’t help myself, though.
Also, I think of Beyonce, the singer of Destiny’s Child, and then I have that Say My Name Say My Name song stuck in my head, and that song is impossible to get out of your head, which you will all soon realize because you’ll now have Say My Name Say My Name in your heads all day, and you might maybe hate me. And want to punch me in the face.
I do like the word “engaged,” though. It makes me think of Star Trek: “Engage, Captain! To the bridge!” And you know tons of exciting things are about to happen because everyone’s running around, and alarms are ringing, and stars and planets are appearing on computer screens all over the place.