Since we moved in eight years ago, we’ve had a wobbly, dilapidated fence separating us from neighbor Susan. We steer clear of it, but it’s always worried us. What if it falls? At best, there would be rusty nails, at worst, there would be a wee child underneath.
So last night we were joking (as we often do) that we should just tear down the fence and live like we’re on some sort of polygamy compound. Except my husband heard us and said he could have that fence down in about 3 minutes. We all stared at each other for a moment, and then Susan’s husband yelled “Mr. Gorbachev! Tear down this wall!”
And so we did.
The kids are thrilled.
Sadly, Susan and I would make terrible, terrible polygamists. We both really like our own personal husbands, and neither one of us can cook worth a damn.
We do, however, wear the same shoe size. Hmmmm. Perhaps we can work something out.