But when I get with big brother Buzz, I quail.
Jiminy, I really never knew how to quail, but leave it to Buzz. I learned. I wake up, wander out on to our front deck with Tiger the Wonder cat and my coffee, and wave to Buzz next door. And immediately quail. WTF?
How should one be dressed for the day? My bathrobe & coffee apparently misses the mark. Race inside and put on your good shorts and that $70 LaCoste shirt. All will be well.
But, Buzz avers, we're digging up that tree trunk today. (This 'we' bit can become very, very annoying). So I race inside and put on work sort of things. My Sainted wife is getting more than pissed off with all my noise and shenaginans. I can't blame her - dressed correctly or not, there is no way in the known universe that I will be digging up a tree stump.
But, boy am I dressed for it.
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