RAF WWII slang: Exdigitate - get your finger out.
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There are days when it was fun and exciting to be married to a genius. This was not shaping up to be one of them.
“Come along, darling, you need breakfast.”
Todd opened an eye. There was bacon and eggs and -sweet heaven, thank you- coffee gently steaming on his bedside table. “Mrghl…”
“Exdigitate, dear.”
“Mnnnh…”
Sara dragged him upright and gently fed him a mouthful. “We have to hurry, dear.”
Todd chewed, finding his fork after three tries. Coffee helped unglue his eyes. “‘Swaytooearly…”
“I did try to let you sleep in but time is wasting and I really want to do a quality makeup job.”
Second mouthful. Struggling towards cogniscence. “Makeup?”
“The Zombie walk. We’re going to win Best Dressed for sure!”
“…uuuuunnnhhh…”
“Perfect! Get right into character.”
Todd sipped more coffee. Today is not going to be a fun day. Not until MUCH later.
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