I always thought our neighbors that live accross from us were a bit odd, but now I know they are. BTW, the man of the house looks like Ernest Hemingway.
Last Sunday, I'm out in the garage working on my bike and a a smallish camper (we're not talking 5 -star Winnebago accomodations here) rolls up and I overhear the conversation and it's the couple's son and family visiting for New Years Eve. Cool enough.
Here's where it gets kind of strange IMO. My wife I can home late last night after spending an evening out and I see the father was talking to his daughter-in- law in her nightgown on the step of the friggin' camper!
The son, daughter-in-law and two rugrats are sleeping in the friggin' camper.
The parents have a big empty house.
Maybe I'm missing something here? Would it kill the parents to get a couple of cot beds if they don't have guests beds?
They kind of remind me of Kathy Bates' mountain family in "About Schmidt".