Two nonverbal Brokieisms:
My sons tossed me some keys. I wanted to catch them in a graceful, nonchalant Ennis way. Unfortunately, I was more of a Jack. (Only in a Brokie, BTW, would those words immediately summon screencap-like images.)
I have three sets of shirts-within-shirts hanging in my closet. They're not tributes to lost loves -- they're potential outfits I want to remember to wear sometime. But this feels like a Brokieish way to handle the outfit problem.