The Spouse has on occasion been noted to be a tad optimistic, in the vein of the Fast Show's "Brilliant!" sketch. I don't know if I can blame him for this, but I think I am guilty of doing the same with exclamation of "Adorable!"
It started off so innocently. I love puppies and
kittens and baby animals as much as the next person, and they have
cheered many a gloomy day (gloomy Dane?) with their cuteness. In this
context, adorable is a perfectly appropriate, if over-used, adjective.
Only I didn't stop there. I started applying it to people, and while
that was and is well-intentioned enough, I would feel a little
patronised if a small Belgian were to call me adorable. Yet I didn't
stop there either. I applied it to articles and objects well beyond the
intended reach of the adjective.
Given my recent martial viewing,
it is only a matter of time before I start calling nuclear weapons and
assault rifles adorable. This must be stopped. Someone roll up a
newspaper and hit me with it the next time I try this tomfoolery.