Behoove. 
Love that word. 
I heard it in a song recently. 
In a song.
Cracked me the frickety up.

'It might behoove me to be heaved!'

It just doesn't get used enough.

So I got to wondering.  How many other words, in the English Language, are just sitting out there, waiting to get used. 
'Use me!', they cry. Haunted by the memories of what they once were, they cry alone, abandoned.

So I googled them.  Not them in particular, them in general, as in 'unused words'.
I found a lovely site. 
The Phrontistery.
Now that is an awesome word!!

Phrontistery, it's such a mystery,
I wonder at the history!
A 'thinking place' for the unused word.

It is here that I found a name for my illness:  pagophagia.

Peace Out,
Peace In

~humblebee