Like many other people, He and I watched the fight this weekend. What fight? THE fight…Floyd vs Pacman. No, I won’t go through the trouble of looking up the correct spelling of their last names because that’s just how much I care about this fight. After THAT showing, they don’t deserve my time or respect in that regard.
The night sounded really great in theory. We were invited to a fight party at the home of a couple we know through His flag football team. I was very excited to see the wife since I haven’t seen her in nearly two years! (She had a baby and got ghost on me! Life…it happens.) Anyway, we get there and apparently the party is segregated. Men are downstairs in the man cave, and the ladies are upstairs in the family room. Not so bad, I guess…I’m just accustomed to co-ed partying. Ok, full disclosure… I like being near my Boo. Sue me!