G is for Garments.
I have grown to love them. Sort of. Funny how I appear in the Mormon Literature Database for the essay I wrote about my g's, "From Victoria's Secret to Beehive Clothing", that was published in Exponent II and read at the Mormon equivalent of "The Vagina Monologues." Apparently non-members are intrigued as well, since Mitt Romney's g's are an election issue and the Washington Post published this essay during the 2002 Winter Games in Salt Lake City.
G is also for Mr. Grumpy which is what MoBob is like during Ramadan.
Me: You're grumpy.
MB: I'm not grumpy. *gritted teeth*