It was a dark and stormy morning. Came home soaked after taking the dogs for a short walk. Shed my jeans in the kitchen and walked around in tights and a rather long tee shirt — a semi-country version of Elaine Stritch. Only less glam. And with no acting ability. But, with all immodesty, the gams are comparable. Better go put on some pants.
(Image of poster from IMBD.)