ever since we watched some episodes of da ali g show together months ago, mrs. noz and i often signal the end of dinner with a fist bump.
apparently, each time our knuckles make contact, mrs. noz and i are "transcend[ing] the stereotyped political gestures of campaigns past" and engaging in a "hezbollah-style fist jab."
i just thought it meant that it was time to do the dishes.
