Jag

Aug. 17, 2007

OK, so I go to my sister's house quite a bit. I have never met her neighbor. I recently went in the Jaguar. A week or so later he comments to my brother-in-law, Fred, that the girls must have some friends with rich parents because he saw a Jag pull up with a fine looking woman in it. Fred just assumed it was indeed one of my nieces' rich friends. Fred starts mowing the lawn and stops mid-field, and laughs. It suddenly hit him. "He was talking about Mary Ann." So, yes, I am the fine woman, not rich, but noticed because I was in a Jag.