But Bagman, of course, has his own naughty take on everything.
BAGMAN: "Does this mean we can get laid?"
BUTLER: "No! Layers are things that lay something, like eggs.
BUTLER: "Take this goose, for instance. It was recently a layer and the result is endearing even if they do make a mess of the backyard."
"No, no, no," I protest, stepping in to take control of a shoot that could rapidly become chaos. "We are talking about "layers" as in things that are over-laid upon each other, one on top of the other."
BAGMAN: "Yes! On top of each other!! But how can anyone get over-laid?"
BUTLER (throwing a ream of paper ((in layers of course)) and hitting Bagman): "Another word out of you and I'm quitting!"
"You guys make me crazy," I say starting to load what I think the theme called for, although much of it has to be from the archive since this week I've had a layer of rash placed on my hands.
Layers of advertising on an old sign
Layers of broken wood on a plank
Layers of rock on a cliff face
Layers of water and rock
Layers of stonework unearthed at Middleton Place
Layers of plastic tarp
BUTLER: "Are you really going to fill this blog with old archive pictures and lame captions? After all, your wife is one of my heros. We both like things stored in nice neat layers. "
BUTLER: "Dishes, for instance."
Karen's dresser drawer
BUTLER: "And clothing. She is so neat."
BAGMAN: "Yeah! But Mark isn't."
Mark's dresser drawer
"Wait a minute!" I protest. "After all our years of marriage..."
BAGMAN: "You don't know exactly how many years, do you?"
"Not off hand," I admit. "But I could look up our anniversary date on the computer and figure it out. But don't change the subject. After somewhere between 22 and 26 years of marriage, I've become just as good at neat laundry folding and placing my shirts in layers too."
BUTLER (smiling condescendingly): "They just don't stay that way very long, now, do they?"
I admit, shamefully, that he is right and move to post the shootout. I wonder why something as simple as a collection of pictures on a theme always seems to end up with me defending myself.