I’m trying to convince Paul to be on time for this morning’s grocery store pick up appointment by just going in his pajamas. He won’t do it.
“Paulie, have you seen how people dress here?! Even in your pajamas you have more buttons on right now than the average Wisconsin man at a wedding!”
Happy Birthday my love. Next year will be better. Le Mans is waiting for you.
So are the groceries. There’s booze in that order, get going.