We should put a "for sale" sign on the lawn and check into buying a nice barn.
My father-in-law walked in today with the morning paper, as he usually does, and dropped it on the bar.
He picked a satsuma up out of the big bowl.
"I'm the only one eating these oranges," he said.
Then he walked out the door on his way to play dominoes with his cronies. (Mind, he's 86.)
When I walked past the door to get another cup of coffee, I spied something on the floor.
Yep, satsuma peels.