Bruh, numbers kill everyone. Yesterday at Subway, I thought I'd be slick and order a "sub of the day" instead of "Teriyaki Chicken". Got stuck on Sub. Until now, every time I say something that starts with S its a small mission. Words that start with W are also becoming anathema. Its like I loose all control of my lower jaw and just can't get it to close on time. Last night I was speaking to hubby and holding my chin in case I inadvertently alighted upon a word that started with W. Aleuta continua.