BAGMAN: "Chicken-dweeb! You and Butler always try to make yourselves look so nice and pretty! Why don't you be honest and admit you were dragged into the cold because you didn't want your wife to be irritated with you for spending the afternoon on the couch!
BUTLER: "If you weren't so self-centered, Baggie, my friend, you would realize that compromise and caring for others can be a good thing sometimes."
BAGMAN: "Said like a perfectly, well-trained spouse."
I will ignore my friends as they debate over my motivations. In any case, a few blocks away we passed some good friends (whose names I don't know, but we always wave) and they were cleaning out their garage. Karen and I sauntered in to chat for a moment.
BAGMAN: "Be honest! She went in and you followed obediently and depressed, realizing that she was taking notes and that you were now going to have "cleaning out the garage on your honey-do list."
I guess. But as she was chatting away with our energetic neighbors and noting that they were painting the walls as well, my eyes were wandering around piles of tools, boxes, and some big ceramic pots...one of which caught my eye. The woman saw me kneeling down and said, "What are you shooting?"
Karen said, "Oh, don't mind him. He shoots all kinds of weird stuff."
I just smiled. I do tend to like reflections alot.
As we walked on, Karen said, "Do you think a beige or a light gray would look good in the garage?"
"Whichever you like, honey," I said, not mentioning that Daisy had just finished pooping in their yard.
