Get Goose

Last night, my husband and I attended an outdoor dinner party for two friends who recently got married. It was 93 degrees and extremely humid. The kind of humid that makes sweat drip down your back and underneath your boobs. Pretty.

On our way home, we were discussing the conditions and my husband blurted out the perfect Spade-ism.

I remarked, “Wow, people were really sweating at the party, huh?”

And Spade responded, “They sure as hell were sweating. Sweating like a bunch of whores in church.”