Small green lumps, constructed of unidentified, allergy induced matter of dubious nature.
Their natural habitat is in the nostrils of nuns over the age of seventy. They are accompanied by Allergephobia, which induces all sufferers to have a deep aversion to anything bearing a remote resemblance to pollen, dust, cats and husbands consuming more than one whiskey and soda.
It also causes one's breath to become extremely toxic, despite the insistence on handing out peppermints to anything with less than three legs.
A good way to rid one's presence of greenlump sufferers is to eat a jar of pickled onions prior to a possible meeting.
"That nun tried to give me a peppermint."
"Really? Perhaps she has greenlumps!"
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle biter may be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"