Delicieux

Today: Red + taupe stripey knit sweater under a yellow cotton dress with cotton lacey stuff on the hem, and white leggings. Minor issue with length of dress-- walking=potential skirt ride-up situation= opportunity for unwanted exposition of tushie region. I end up adjusting my skirt twice as often as usual which is saying something coming from a serial skirt adjuster.
I look okay standing still, though, so that's something. I guess.
Weird situation in French this morning: Madame George asked us to call out adjectives which she then wrote on the board in their masculine and feminine forms. One girl didn't know what an adjective was so a guy explained it to her as "a word that describes another word". Mme. George asked him to be more specific ("quel type de mot?"), and he said "a verb".
FALSE. Try noun, dummy.
But anyway, that's not the weird part (just the pathetic part). The weird part is that, after the usual "belle, amusante, intelligente, sportif, grand, petit, etc.", I said "Delicieux!" (I do encounter a great many nouns that are delicieux). Mme. George looked slightly taken aback at that, but recovered quickly and said "Delicieux? Un person?"
"Ooooh, hmmm, murmur murmer" went the class.
"Well, no, not a person", I said, "I was thinking more along the lines of foody nouns-"
But no one heard me because my throat got spontaneously scratchy and everyone was still oohing and murmuring. Mme. George looked right at me and said "Pas en classe, sil vous plait, pas en classe."
So now she (and everyone else) think that I am some kind of sex fiend that says super inappropriate things in class. If only they knew. I am really just a food fiend who says "delicieux!" in class-- "delicieux" being absolutely and indisputably an adjective, I think you will all agree. But that's not what matters. What matters is that I am a weirdo sex fiend in the eyes of my peers. Peers that wouldn't know an adjective if it landed in their dreadlocks. Or cream foundation.
Good. We're even.