Mixed metaphor snack.
On the deck, just me and the dog. Not moving in the heat.
Glass of bourbon and a cigar and happy as a clam.
Wife brings out a bowl of Swiss Chard that just cooled down with a little sea salt.
Something about chasing down a bowl of Popeye food with sour mash has my system confused.
Do I go hug my oak tree or just pee in the grass ?