This humidity makes me look like the bastard spawn of Annroseannadanna and Phil Spector.
Me to Mr. Nag: It feels like rain, dear.
Mr. Nag: The weather forecast said clear but you've got that distinctive Elsa Lanchester coif from Bride of Frankenstein.
Me: And my hip and shoulder are actin' up somethin' fierce.
Mr. Nag: You're more reliable than a whole stack of Farmer's Almanacs, Mrs. Nag - hand me my umbrella.
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