Today, I cooked a roast, made macaroni and cheese, painted more of the fence, mowed the back yard, mulching dry leaves as I went and started moving the second woodpile. With the exception of the first two things, every activity was accompanied by wubba-throwing. Hey, I was a Dude. Oh, yeah, I also got gas in the car . . . while covered in fence paint and peppered with shredded leaves. See, I knew a Dude like me could carry it off, and I even remembered to put the gas cap back on.