But our wives are upstairs
I was sort of ambivalent about our plans that evening, but Sarah was really excited about getting together with one of her co-workers and her husband. It was to be an informal cookout and we were bringing some my wife’s world famous macaroni salad, a 12 pack of beer and some flowers. To be honest, I was already thinking about what I could say to get us out of there early if it proved to be too much of a yawner. They lived in a really nice subdivision and obviously both were making good...