I took a week off of blogging whilst we were traveling. I had thought to keep it up, but then a second thought (a vacationing kind of thought) overruled the first thought. There you have it.
During the aforementioned travels, we listened to an audio version of the P.G. Wodehouse book Love Among the Chickens. One of the characters, Ukridge, uses the phrase “fat little buffer” in describing a man he’s met. This phrase gets repeated a fair number of times as Ukridge labors to explain that no one could possibly object to being called a “fat little buffer.” I knew immediately that this phrase would have to enter my general lexicon. Doesn’t it just cry out to be spoken aloud? I enthused to my husband that I was so taken with the description that he could probably get away with using it on me, but then I tried it out experimentally: “How’s my fat little buffer today?” No. That will not do. At any rate, while we were listening, we stopped at a rest area and lo and behold, it was replete with fat little buffers! The technical term for these critters is probably “ground squirrel,” but we shall dispense with that and put them squarely in the FLB category.
Where has this phrase been all my life? Three cheers for Wodehouse!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
I’ll always think of you when I hear the phrase ‘fat little buffer’ – maybe that wasn’t the intent, but it’s too late now!! 😉
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Dad and I use this phrase all the time now. You’d be surprised at how often it’s appropriate.
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