Eli: Mom - do you ever get that feeling, when you’re watching someone do something, and you’re so jealous of them but so happy for them too?
Me: Yep.
Eli: when? Tell me about it?
Me: I don’t remember specifically, but that sounds like a really familiar feeling.
Ike: That feeling should really have a word - something long and German.
Eli: Jellyjoy. Let’s call it jellyjoy.
Me: nice
I felt so jellyjoy while watching my sisterdance in the recital today!
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.