The light slowly starts to dawn on poor Ian. Curse those naysayers. They said, "Nay, you're incompatible, you're different. Ian's a sophisticate, an intellectual man of action, and Toby's a spoiled rotten debutante. Nay, nay, nay. Ian is a popular professor, and Toby spends her days making clay animals and painting clowns. Ian works hard for a living every day, while Toby lounges poolside with the retirees." Maybe it is time to start listening to those naysayers, Ian.
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Hilarious summation and secret message, Wanders!
"You like tomatoes, and I like tomahtoes. You say, 'potato,' and I say, 'potahto.' Tomato, tomahto, potato, potahto, let's call the whole thing off!" (with deepest apologies to Mr. Astaire and Ms. Rogers)
It's "naesayers."
Considering the time Toby spent sculpting a clay horse, it's "neighsayers".
And the major award in the category of face touching by a non-Mary character goes to ... IAN CAMERON! Yay!
Getting the "Mr. Ed" reference from spelling it "neigh sayers".... Are we to infer that Ian is more vulnerable suddenly, wearing a modest polo shirt without jacket rather than his green Kevlar professional attire?
Ian dares us to watch him nay-nay.
Juvenile. Just juvenile these two. Toby didn't venture too far because she's hoping to 'accidentally' run into Ian because otherwise, why not take refuge somewhere other than down the hall? Ian had to marry someone this much younger than he because he's got a similar level of maturity.
I want to see Ian's best whip nae nae. That would win Toby back!
Mary's passive-aggressive comment of the day:
"There, there, dear. Let's put away that brush and get Ian on the phone. The sooner you make up with him, the sooner I get you out of MY hair!"
You know, Ian, if you really want to call Toby, you should use a phone and not your little black book.
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