We spent part of the morning hitting yard sales in nearby HOA plans ... the kinds of neighborhoods where a lot of young professional families live. In short ... Betaville! I was amazed by how much home gym equipment we saw for sale. One poor bastard was selling not just his weighlifting bench, but all of his hunting stuff, too. Guy was standing on his front lawn with his arms akimbo and you could literally see the manboobs sprouting on his chest! :-o

Before I became RP aware, I knew quite a few of these families, and was always amazed by how boyish the husbands seemed. How nice and polite, and almost as if they were a bit stunned by their own success, although grateful as hell for it, of course. I found it odd that I was so strongly repulsed by these fellows, because aren't these the kind of men women are supposed to want? Successful, family-oriented types? And yet ... blargh.

Driving between sales this morning, my boyfriend cracked me up with a funny routine, pretending to be a guy begging his wife to let him have his balls back for the weekend. :-)