I’m writing to you from the great Pacific Northwest. A place of tall green pines, beautiful waters, and a people who feel the refs in the superbowl really did a number on the Seahawks. I tend to agree with them.
I’ve left Geoff at home with the hordes of unwashed children (ok, I took the baby) so that I could spend a little quality time with a sick parent. I got here just yesterday after a 2 and half hour flight with a child who refused to be taken down by a little Dramamine.
Last night my brother came over for dinner with his hordes of unwashed children (ok, they were washed) and we spent some quality time catching up on life. He brought up New Cool Thang, mentioning that he had enjoyed reading the posts he found there. He said to me, “Okay Kris, here’s a question for the ages. What does thang mean?”
“I dunno,” I replied.
“At my house it means pull-up diaper,” he stated.
“Yeah. At night we tell Ethan to pee, thang, and brush his teeth. He knows when he hears the word thang it’s time for the pull-up diaper.”
After he left I began to contemplate what the word thang means to me. I often call people whom I feel affection for “Sweet Thang”. I’ve got a daughter that is a saucy little woman that I call “Miss Thang”. So I’ve come to the conclusion that to me “Thang” means someone or something that I feel fondness toward. I know, weird.
So my question for you is this, what does “thang” mean to you?