My temperature was 103. Bud had been working out of town for three days when he came home to find the kids sticking baloney and cheese on the wall. They’d stick it it up to make patterns, lick it when it turned loose and fell to the floor, then reuse it. They were happily occupied, letting me lie on the sofa.
“What the hell is going on? Don’t you see these kids plastering the walls with baloney and cheese?”
“Yeah. I’m so glad you’re home. I was afraid it was about to quit sticking before you got here!”