My mother-in-law offered to have me over for some olla podrida. I told her I'd pass!

Joe was a couch potato and an inveterate sports watcher.

The decor of his house was an olla podrida of Navajo blankets, Louis XIV chairs, Quaker rocking chairs, Russian Social Realist posters, Art Deco ballerina sculptures, ending in the velour smothered bedroom which contained a tacky heart-shaped bed underneath the vast mirror stuck to the ceilling.

After my house was burgled, I wasn't in the mood for gamboling, but it was the only way to piss off my neighbors.

Every once in a while I like to tickle my wife and gambol about on the living room couch with her.

Little sisters are maddeningly inveterate. ;)