That's my French word of the day. According to WordReference.com, it means:
risky, chancy, uncertain
iffy (referring to a person)
I am feeling exactly (or, rather, ambiguously) that on this gray and rainy Monday.
MoBob and I went to Target (again) and we bought a hair cutting kit. We figured that the kit costs roughly the same as a haircut in a salon. So it was yet another adventure in marriage: MB looking like a shorn sheep, and myself wielding the electric razor in remorse.
Another busy week ahead, but I'm looking forward to the tree-lighting ceremony at Union Station on Thursday, seeing special guest stars from Utah (the only other Mormon-Muslim/American-Moroccan couple I've met), and putting up Christmas decor.