Over the first 23 years of our relationship, we lived 10 places.
The last 18 we’ve lived in this house. The guy we bought it from bought it from a little old widder-woman who’d been alone in it for decades, then rented it to college students for almost 10 before selling it.
I busted my buttocks restoring it; I hired someone to refinish the wood floors I pulled the nasty carpet off, but everything else was my sweat.
My physical capabilities not being what they were, I am having trouble keeping it up – but I can’t imagine leaving any way but feet first.
And why should he have bitten it? Her reaction that “fine” is less than complimentary is nonsensical (just as it is when when it comes from The Lovely & Charming Mrs. Cowboy; what is it with you XX chromosome types that you hear a positive superlative as a negative???).
Bucky shut the door; this person is walking past it.
This person appears to be short.
This person is wearing torn jeans and a hoodie, which we have never seen Pinkish wear.
Ergo, this is a neighbor kid, not Rob.