J: (on seeing me relaxing with my second Shirley Temple of the evening and reading the illustrated Big Book of the Horse.)
You know you’re totally regressing.
S: You just now noticed?
J: Well, it’s getting worse.
S: You think so?
J: You’re not going to put this conversation on your glib are you?
S: My what?
J: Your glib. Or blig. You know, that thing you write.
S: You mean my blog?
J: Yeah. That’s it.
S: No. Of course not.