I almost jumped back in when Dudley offered his sage advice, then closed my eyes and practiced the delivery. If Dudley can do it, by golly, so can I.
See here, Donna, I've tried to be to be thoughtful in allowing you to express your opinion, but since your opinion conflicts with mine, you are no longer allowed an opinion. In the future I will make all the decisions in this family, and you will do as I say. Now get me a beer and put supper on the table as soon as you're finished with the laundry.
I've never met Dudley, nor seen a picture of him, but my mind's eye kept playing this guy sitting in a sky blue caddy with fishing poles hanging outta the trunk. He's dripping in bling, wearing a fur coat in July, all topped with a red velvet fidora with a long feather slipped in the hat band. I don't how he does it, but man...can this guy handle women!
Besides, I look lousy in fur.
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When I re-opened my eyes, I realized that Dudley had only the best intentions, acting as the motivational speaker that this type of situation begs for.
