*The following is an excerpt from a phonecall with my Dad on Sunday morning*
Me: "What cha doin'?"
Dad: (chuckling under breath) "Uh, I am at Menards, picking up a few things."
Me: "Did you get your painting done?"
Dad: (chuckling under his breath) "Uh, I kinda got a little sore, and had some chest pain." (more chuckling)
Me: "Oh, imagine that?"