On Sunday, while I was wearing her shoes, Cake Woman bought me eggs, bacon, pancakes, hash browns, toast, and pancakes. I also ate the last of her omelet and a small child. Needless to say, I was stuffed.
“I am larger because of your largesse,” I said, enjoying the mild play on words.
“What? Are you calling me fat?”
This is why most of the time I only use words that my electrician uncle would get.