This morning I was shaped like the young Sean Connery, waiting to surprise Mrs. Big Dope when she came into the kitchen. I think she likes surprises like that.
Anyway, she caught Big Dope involved in some major transgression in the living room and was doing what she calls "reading him the Riot Act." Not sure what that means but it seems to work most times.
Not this morning. He was ready with what he calls his "Biblical Defense." I heard hims say, "My ways ain't your ways."
Well guess what? They are now. Excuse me for a moment …
"Bond, James Bond."