Last week as Wild Bill was "ah fixin" to make a trip down to the old house to pick up another load of stuff, he stated that he almost called it home. It's hard to shift in the early stages of moving. "Well," I said "Home is where the heart is."
Him: "Home is where my guitars and computers are."
Me: "Not where your wife is???"
Him: "uhhhhh, that's what I was a fixin' to say next!"
Me: "hmmmm, I see your priorities."