It was a gorgeous 64 degrees yesterday in Bumfarkia. We all wasted no time in shedding our mukluks and heading out into the sunshine.
My mother in law and I are standing outside by the garage talking. Brett is hovering next to me looking like he's ready to asspolde waiting for his turn to talk.
You can practically see the self restraint leaking out of him and puddling on the floor. He fidgeting. He's kicking gravel. He looks over into the garage.
"Oooohhhh! A hacksaw!"
Jeanne and I barely break stride in our conversation to both say "Brett NO!"
"Man! I gotta stop saying this stuff out loud."
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