If ever we're stuck on a deserted island, I'm definitely handing you the club to go out and hunt down our food. You were like a mother tiger fending for her cubs!

That was the night we played "dress up" and got all fancy for the un-dinner. You wore that velvet skirt that was slit all the way up the side to the dangerous heights and had to climb in and out the back of my truck a lot. And you had a green metallic-looking shawl and a velvet hat. Both which would have been handy had your skirt suffered an accident from all your backseat maneuvering.