Heading out to my old stomping ground this weekend. Off to Boston for a night of fun and frivolity. Of course I plan to drive by my old house. Maybe I'll run into my former next door neighbor(Moms Brawl At Chuck E Cheese Party) and ask her when the next bout is scheduled. In this corner, weighing - better not say. She's bigger than I am and could probably take me. Maybe I'll just leave a pizza and some boxing gloves at her doorstep, ring the bell, and run.
Those Boston girlz are just so rough and tough. That's why I love 'em.