My daughter posted this recently and it cracked me up. Those eyeballs. That mouth. Uh oh. He’s a bit worried. Early in marriage I used to get miffed and hold it in, if George wouldn’t do something I thought he should have already done. He finally asked what was wrong one day. I don’t even remember what it was. Might have been the yard needed mowing or a heavy box needed to be moved out of the way or more likely just “his stuff” everywhere in the common living areas. But he told me, if you want me to do something just ask me to. I guess I never wanted…