One of the cool things about living next door to your friends is that the fence becomes a meeting place. If any of us were nearly six feet tall, we could even have Wilson-esque neighborly talks there. One cool tradition we have started is fence mail. It's a simple way to get something back and forth – a girly drill, some chairs, whatever.
Tonight, we had Baked Ziti With Spicy Pork And Sausage Ragu in our fence mail. It was awesome! I had been cutting the grass & Merrin was working late, so Cooper City Carry Out was a definite homerun on our dinner table.
One thing I'm learning about Josh, the man does nothing in moderation. Buying beer? Better get a truckload. Making steaks? He's raising a side of beef. Hard drive capacity? What man needs a terraflop?! Need dinner? He's got Ziti for 34. Need to laugh with a friend? He's got all night for you.