I walked by the old oak tree today. What old oak tree? The old oak tree. You know, where I proposed to you under its branches all those years ago. I've always thought of that tree as a fitting symbol of our marriage. That's sweet, but you actually proposed to me in my parents' living room under the cuckoo clock.
What on earth are you doing, Earl? I read about some lady who found a corn flake shaped like Illinois. She sold it on ebay for $1350! I don't see why I couldn't do the same. All I have to do is find a flake shaped like a state. And figure out what ebay is. I see a flake shaped like my husband.