When driving down the road alone to go pick up my jersey at the dry cleaners -- or when Donna is asleep on the way to the lake -- I practice saying, "Big un, big un, big un, big un, big un" over and over so I can be ready next time a porch poodle gecko stub nails my junk. Of course, I always make a smooth modulation into "Well, maybe he's not as big as I thought" and ultimately to, "Dang, I hope he keeps."