My husband. Now, he's a smart guy. A really smart guy. He can do almost anything, figure out any riddle or brain-teaser, work his way through any sort of problem. There are two things, however, that he can't do to save his life: Anagrams and analogies. I mean, his analogies are terrible. Always. Every time. I will offer just one example:
Just now, he attempted an analogy comparing Pamela Anderson's breasts (actually, the irony of that stupid commercial where she has them on display as usual, and then says to the camera, "Hey, my face is up here")....wait for it...........to A MONKEY ON A TRICYCLE.
I can't imagine where he was going with that, but he gave up mid-way, mercifully. Bless his heart, I swear he can do anything else.