Image via WikipediaE. is reading her NY Times and says, "My ex-boss from Alameda County and you look like the Pillsbury Doughboy."
I said, "What?" a couple times, and she said the same thing. This was hurtful, and I finally said so because we all have a quiver of zingers -- mostly sly and indirect, which makes me wonder if you keep boomerangs in a quiver -- but comparing me to the Pillsbury Doughboy is definitely not in my wife's repertoire because I am not totally unlike said yeasty fellow.
Oh that's not kind, I said.
What? Oh. Hah! she said. No. Yoo not you. John Yoo, the Bush enabler who brought shame to a regime that already had its full share.
Big old plump John Yoo. We laughed and laughed, and I sucked in my stomach.