She was once a next-door neighbor. He, a guitarist, single and, at the time, eligible, lived acrosst the street. Then he moved acrosst tuh our side, in with her.
Upwardly mobile, they bought one of the high-ceilinged places on the West side. It was hard to tell the homes apart and they joked about Stepfordville (wherever *that* is).
After 25 years he met a woman at work. As she detailed the reasons for the divorce, it was the "skid marks" that seemed to have really been the issue. Quoting herself she said,"Wipe yer ass, you fool!"
Can you imagine? 25 years of stink-butt! And she musta been doin' his laundry too!
I, ummm, occasionally have "accidents" but admit to being raised in a household that maintained "A clean twidget (see blogpost) was next to godliness." Thus, I invite you to submit photos to mfh20502000@yahoo.com (all zeros left of @ symbol) or post them where-ever and send a link.
And may you never be smitten unawares.
(She stopped by after not having visited in several years)
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