Yeah, see, I don’t get the ‘female’ excuse.

Let’s say that my wife and I are going to the farmer’s market on a hot summer day.

We begin naked, jump into underwear, shorts, and t-shirts, slip on some flip-flops, brush teeth and hair and off to market.

Where does the extra time come into play?

My ex-wife, btw, was a UGA grad. Bulldogs?