I have piles of magazines at home, usually filled with pages that have been marked by myself. I fold down the edges of articles or pictures that I like: recipes I want to try, table decorations I like, a trip I want to take, etc.
Until a few days ago, the word "whoopie" made my kiddos immediately think of the amazingly cool whoopie cushion they got in their stockings last Christmas.
For me, the song, "Making Whoopie" would always come to mind. I will not share any more.