Sitting in the back yard at Jason’s barbecue last night, I said the phrase “moat of blood”*, and GB looked at me with what can only be described as a gaze of pure adoration.**

*I was trying to come up with a way to keep the mosquitoes  out of the yard. I was in a funny mood. Other phrases I uttered last night included “sack of blood” and “coyote head on a stick.”

**When I pointed this out to him he said, You’re totally blogging this, aren’t you? Yep, buddy, I am.