Chuck, our “adopted son” has given us a new word for the day: “Flumtuous”.
While at Christmas Promise tonight, they were selling sweatshirts with the Christmas Promise logo. Bob wanted one and I decided that Chuck needed one also. I thought about getting one for myself, but they did not have my size. When I came back to the truck, I gave them each their sweatshirt.
“Why didn’t you get one for yourself?” Bob asked.
“They did have one that would fit my fat ass”, I replied.
“You’re not fat!” Chuck protested. “You’re flumtuous!”
What the Hell does that mean? Sounds like a disease! I can only hope he was trying to say “voluptuous”.
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