Do these fellows having whole other secret lives get volume discounts on engagement rings, wedding tuxes, reception hall rentals, and justices of the peace?
There are some very strange noises coming from the basement, either something expensive going on the fritz or ghosts. I’m rooting for the ghosts.
When long distance was pricey, talk was distilled to its essence: “Remember the hallway? I re-tiled it. Remember my appendix? They took it out. Remember the kids? They graduated. Remember the dog? May he rest in peace.”