Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire.

I […] frighten people by my glum face.

DB: What do you mean, like, having a brewsky? Or boofing?

It wasn't my fault if the blamed old store caught fire and gave me a chance to help Ferguson move out some of the stuff that has been 'spiffed' till it looks like red ink had been spilled all over the price-tags.