while i was pleading my case--namely, hiring someone to come and totally clean out the 'fridge and mop all of my hard woods--dave said something about the unfairness of life because he had to choose honey-do's over fishing.
and here comes the point, or what we like to call ryanisms
ryan: (his head looking at me then at dave, and then back to me) you're not talking about honeydew melons are you?
ryan: (he smirks and looks at dave) you're her honey and she's got stuff to for you to do, huh?
dave: yeah, stuff that interferes with my fishin'
ryan: (nodding his head knowingly) i was wondering about that "honey-do" thing for a long time, and now it makes sense
he's so pensive about things like that. he's our thinker, and jackson is our do-er... aren't we blessed?