Some neighbors (I’ll call them the M’s) watched Michael’s fish while we went to Hays in May. When we went over to get it back, the guy told us about a big fight his ex-wife had in his front yard with his son while we were gone.
He said one of our other neighbors (Mommy B) yelled over the fence at them something like, “Do you mind? We’re trying to have a nice family dinner here.” Daddy M said his wife told him, “We may as well start packing to move right now.”
I told Daddy M, “Are you kidding me? No way! This is good stuff. I’m sorry I missed it. I would’ve been yelling at you to SPEAK UP!” Aron said I would’ve been in the yard with a Coke and binoculars.
I love that crap because, really, who doesn’t fight? I worry about you if you can’t have a passionate disagreement with someone you love. So instead of getting all High and Mighty next time you see something going down, just pull up a chair and turn up your hearing aid. You might learn something.
