Fumf

'"To me,' Bill says, "Mulcahy is a pretty straight guy who doesn't quite have a handle on everything, and there's a little bit of 'fumfing' [a favorite word of Bill's] and confusion."

The other day while I was fumfing on the viewer's panel, something curious happened — when I pressed a particular spot, the pot, which was uppermost in my mind at the moment, materialized on the screen. I'm gonna see if I can find that spot again . . . for starters. . . .

I think I said, "You mean it's Monday?" And I fumfed and mumbled and said something of a "thankyouthankyouthankyouokaythiswasworthbeingwokenupfor" nature.

I hit the Bruckner Expressway and turned the music up until I could feel the bass in my breastbone. Then I heard the fumf of a blown tire.

Letting my horrifically knotted hair tumble across my face, I close my eyes, then startle at the ripe fumf of Leigh's backpack hitting the floor.