Saturdays have their predictable rituals around here. Ld visits his folks, does the laundry and stamps his money in the kitchen. Minutes ago, as he was attending to his numismatist duties he hollers out to me:
Now who tried making a bumblebee out of this lemon? Hmm? Who exactly would that be?
He wouldn't let it go.
Let me guess.
What? You mean your Saturdays don't include rubber stamping dollar bills or making insects out of fruit?