We were chatting desultorily about a small wound he has on the back of his leg, which I was dressing, and I reported that it was looking good, not too oozy.
Beat.
mr tog: I wish I was the marketing director for Uzi guns.
tigtog: Why is that?
mr tog: Because then I could advertise the various accessories as uziwhatsits.
Reader, that’s why I married him.
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That just made my day. Well played Mr Tog!
The kids are still at the “oh, daaaad” stage when they realise he’s being punnish, which can take a while as he does a tiptop deadpan. I look forward to them joining in in years to come: I shall never lack for entertainment.
Very good. He can have first dibs on the Maserati, then.
Phil, we actually acquired a (secondhand) Maserati when we were living in the UK – it only cost as much as a brand new Commodore would have back here.
It was much more fun to drive though. I still have fond memories of the day I was on the motorway and left a BMW 3-series boy-racer in my dust: 5 minutes later I was getting the kids’ pram out of the boot at the services while he was looking for a parking space. Surprising how that amount of chagrin on a young chap’s face can really make one’s day.