Having checked the dictionary definition, I'm pretty damned sure this is correct.
One of my former work colleagues was quite similar to my housemate. Like her, she has a heart of gold, but a daft streak that stops somewhere past the next horizon. Not content with being a fan of My Chemical Romance, she's also entertained the amusing if somewhat endearing delusions that dogs were in fact lions. A wonderful piece of whimsy, caused by a picture of a Staffordshire bull terrier dressed up as such. Problem is, she passed this onto her son. It took me ages to convince her of the truth. Her son, alas, took longer.

Other gems from this singular woman include confusing lemons with melons, asking if a Greek restaurant served pizza, and being utterly convinced of the belief that she had zombies living in her basement. It baffles me as to how she has managed to raise two children, hold down a job, pay her bills on time and also get married again to wonderfully tolerant man who gently corrects my former work colleague on some of her more esoteric beliefs.

She's so wonderfully weird and ignorant of the oddest and yet most basic things in life, but I'm happy to call her a friend as she makes my life so much more entertaining. Oh yes, I forgot to mention. She's blonde. Talk about pandering to the stereotype.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Mon 3 Sep 2012, 21:25, Reply)