Ha, so Kathy took me around to a few houses today and we went to look at one near a couple of the Butcher’s friends. The Butcher’s friends live in this great new house in a brand new subdivision of new goodness and newness. This house was around the corner from there and the only brand new thing…
Well, let me just say, there were dirty old dogs, and dirty old half naked men, and a muddy yard down a dead end “private” road, into a moble home with aspirations of being modular. It was clean, and well-kept, but not as clean and well-kept as the wrasslin’ ring.
Yes, I said it and it’s the truth. In their front yard, they had a wrasslin’ ring!
I didn’t want to get out of the car, but Kathy insisted that, if they went to the trouble of cleaning for us and kicking all the kids and dogs out into the yard, we were, once spotted, obliged to go in.
I was afraid that would be the death of us, but clearly, it was not.