Scene from this weekend:
Short Round: Yeah, D* asked if he could come over the house while you were gone.
Me: Oh really? what did he think he was going to do?
Shortee: have a party, invite all his friends. I said no.
Me: Well, that’s good.
Shortee: Well, I told him it would be my luck because you guys have so many spies in the neighborhood.
Me: Well, That is correct. WE have spies you don’t even know about.
Shortee: well, uhhuh…And you guys would get REALLY mad if they drank all your beer.
Me: Your damn right we would.
Hey man, I’m just glad she fessed up to the idea even being floated. Yah, I have a good kid. Besides, the spies reported nothing out of the ordinary. She also knows that no one messes with the beer. Dammit.
