Maggot, Maggot, where for art thou?

[Carsman]

She was yelling at me this morning for clearing snow at 5 am, she kept it up until I finally grabbed a coffee and went and sat down by my dish. I guess I'm staying home another day. Once she gets something in her head she keeps driving the message. I live with a brutal dictator, but now she's nice as pie.

You are very lucky she didn't put you in a hospital gown and hide your clothes, mister. Though, I can just imagine you outside in your slippers, inmoong the neighbors while shoveling snow.

I agree with the brutal dictator (aka, the loving wife).

Looks like someone snapped a pix of you this morning Maggs!