“*blank look*”
Are you sure Bill isn’t blond?
He was born blond.
“Have you seen my hat?” he says, rummaging through the pile of catalogs by the toaster. That’s where he always tosses his “Boar’s Head Meat” hat when he comes in from work. “I put it away in your room, where it belongs.”
*blank look*
He likes to leave the gas tank of the car nearly empty, too, hoping that I’ll fill it for him if I decide to drive it somewhere. Yesterday I put 20 gallons in before I went to the flea market with the Spanish choir.