Vords, vords, vords

I've just registered for the Word of the Day e-mail. So now, instead of having parties, I will have shindigs, wingdings, hoedowns, hoo-has, and even hullaballoos (which is the name of a friend's blog.) I will not allow myself to be referred to as a party animal, as that conjures up visions of drunken foolishness and filthy living, yet I have no objection to "shindig animal". In fact, the originality of it rather makes me want to throw my hoe down and invite my friends over for a small fete here at our house. I'll make the iced mochas.