supercalafragalistic
...and all that jazz, she said, with a flourish, waving a whole musical metaphor in my face setting off tunes to jam to, sunshine to bask in, and possibilities to bask in
Waiter there's a fly in my soup and I didn't even order soup. I wonder if I would feel any better if there was a fly in my croque monsieur - probably not, as I didn't order that either