Oh, I feel terrible
but I'm howling with laughter. I can just see them flying through the air backwards in her house shoes and ratty yellow sweater and him in his plaid shirt and braces.

I have a couple I visit who are just like this-all they do is fight. She snaps "I'll be glad when you're gone, you old rascal." and he zings back, "Hah! You're the one who's dying, you'll beat me to it old bag. And how I'll dance!"
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Sat 1 Mar 2008, 18:21, Reply)