I just got off the phone with my brother… He never fails to crack my ass up.
He and his wife built a house on the river and still have their old one in town… They have been “working on it,” getting it ready to sell for two years now. He said that he was meeting someone over there this afternoon to look at it. A friend of a friend of our mom’s (get that?)
Trey: This guy is coming to look at the house today. He sounds pretty interested.
Me: Yeah, when I talked to Tammy (mom’s friend,) she said that he was. That’s awesome.
Trey: His name is Tank.
Trey: Tank. His name is Tank.
Me: Tank? That’s seriously his name?
Trey: Yeah, either he’s a biker or an American Gladiator…
I wish I could divulge the rest of our conversation, but it’s certainly not.blog.appropriate.at.all… He gave me several very creative ideas on how to run the new neighbor across the street from me, that is listed on the National Registry of Sex Offenders, out of town…
Man, do I miss you, Trey!