Write about: an unrefined man.
The weather was not being very agreeable today. Maja and I still managed to get 84 pints out of the strawberry patch but we were nowhere near finished.
We had just had our fill of the rain by that point.
Might finish the pick in the morning, if there is time leftover after the box harvest. And if it's not raining.
"Hold on, hold on! You can't possibly be serious. You did not just call Harold an unrefined man."
"That's precisely what I just said," Moira said. "Why, what would you call him?"
"Me? Oh, I don't know... how about boorish? Or maybe uncouth, primitive. Or... hold on a second." Richard grabbed his smartphone off of the coffee table and began fiddling with it.
"What in the world are you doing, dear?"
"He's pulling up Thesaurus.com," Angie called from the kitchen.
"How could you possibly know that, darling? You're practically at the other end of the house!"
"Thesaurus.com has some interesting suggestions," Richard cut in, his nose almost touching the glowing screen before him. "Like vulgar and barbaric. Ooh! How about troglodytic? That sounds pretty badass, right? Do you think we could get him to legally change his name to that?"
"Because," Angie continued after a deep sigh, "he does this every time someone tries to say something remotely polite about his dad."