Moments ago the hubby was on the phone with one of his friends from back home. They were making plans for a group of us meeting up on Friday evening for dinner. I overheard the mention of a restaurant with a questionable name. So I had to ask about it. “Cooter Brown?… Is that a real place?” I inquired. “It’s Cootie Brown,” hubby said. “Oh, OK. That makes it soooo much better.”
Should I be worried?