Does "Spoonula" sound a little like "Dracula?" or is it just me?

I realized today how totally dependent I am on my wooden spoon.  I don't have any kind of electric mixing device because even though I received three handheld electric mixers for my wedding, I managed to burn the last one out years ago.   (What can I say?  I bake a lot of cookies.)  When my last electric mixer whirred to it's chocolate-chippy death, I decided not to replace it (because, you see, they all kept burning out) and I went out and bought myself a nice wooden spoon instead.  

Since then, my wooden spoon and I have become very close.  We've mixed up all kinds of things together and that spoon has never failed me.  But this morning it went AWOL.  I dumped some butter and brown sugar into a bowl, all ready to make bran muffins for breakfast, but when I looked in the usual drawer, my wooden spoon wasn't there.  So I looked in all of my other drawers, and in my cupboards, and under the living room couch, but I couldn't find it anywhere.  So I mixed up my muffins with a medium-sized metal serving spoon.  Which was a low-level nightmare.  But the muffins were good--Hugh's mom's recipe.  (She can bake and pick out great ties.)

This afternoon, I went to Target and picked up a spare wooden spoon.  And a pink spoonula, just for good measure.  ('Cause who doesn't need a spoonula?)  (Actually, I just like to say "spoonula.")  But neither of those can ever truly replace my original wooden spoon, and when I find that spoon it will be just like the return of the Prodigal Son--except my new back-up wooden spoon probably won't be jealous when I slay the fatted calf.