My brother has lived in Arizona for over 30 years so the recent freezing temps here in Oregon have traumatized him a bit. He is ill-equipped for the weather. We were recently out trying to get him a proper coat and gloves so he could go outside without hollering, “Oh my GOD!”
Me: I meant to knit you up a hat and I haven’t gotten to it yet. I’ll jump on it right away.
Brother: But not if it means you don’t finish Grandma’s socks for Christmas.
Me: No, no, I can whip up a hat in an evening.
Brother: Oh, well, then I’m a little mad. What the hell?