The Escape the 80’s House had a fireplace insert. I said “HAD” because my best bud, Alisa, and her husband, Ric, took it off my hands this evening. Their ride was a Ford… Ric’s tools were big and bad. His instructions to the rest of us was to merely “stay out of his way.” Except the time he told Perry that if he held this bar thing wrong it would cut his fingers off. And then, Perry and Alisa saved the day as the 10 ton thing was about to roll down the makeshift ramp. Alisa was pretty scared. But not Perry… he took that hemorrhoid explosion like a real man.
And then, Ric and the male pesky neighbor from the Ville (Carl) hooked chains to bushes and shrubs and pulled them out. With a Chevy. (Yes, there was a lot of ribbing going on reference which vehicle make was the best. I let them argue knowing that my Honda was the only REAL machine there.) I asked Alisa if she had ever considered some kind of ‘rent a husband’ career, but I dropped the subject after she offered him up but wouldn’t commit as to when she would take him back.
Thanks a whole bunch to Alisa & Ric — I was reminded again today what real friends are. And I’m so very grateful to have them in my life.
So until spring when all the shrubs come out and someone besides me does a landscaping overhaul… the yard work is done — as good as it’s going to get. And for the record… I’ll take Seymour over Boston any day of the week.