I woke up with the phrase “breath like a dogmonger” in my mind, mostly because a dog had strategically maneuvered its face to point at mine and it had dog breath. (Not actually that bad though, I have to say.) Rather than go back to sleep, of course, I got to work diligently thinking about mongers and mongering and I could only think of anyone monging fish or fear. And maybe cheese.

So I looked it up when I got up. I guess even when you stitch it with something positive, it still sounds kind of bad.