A while ago, I was bored. Really bored. The kind of bored where one second you're channel flipping and the next second you've watched an entire marathon of Toddlers and Tiaras and you have to get up, go look in the mirror and ask yourself, "WHO ARE YOU?!" Whoever says that hasn't happened to them is living in a state of delusion.
Or is just incredibly productive and I should strive to be like him or her.
|She just realized she wasted 4 hours of her life that she will never get back too.|
And then it happened. A few weeks ago, I read the word luxuriating in a news article. Granted, it was talking about cheetahs sunning themselves and not little girls walking down a stage a stage so luxuriously that they luxuriated but still. There it was. In print. In a reputable news source.
Did this ghetto fabulous woman who also said "ain't" and "I seen it" really have a better vocabulary then me?
I looked up the word and found this definition.
1. To take luxurious pleasure; indulge oneself.
2. To proliferate.
3. To grow profusely; thrive.
Does it fit with the context that Ms. Momma used it in? Not entirely. It's a stretch, maybe.
But as for me and my fragile self-esteem, we are going to say she "made it up". And now I know a new word! (Please tell me you haven't heard it either).