I said I would explain and I've already hit my lie quota this week so, here's the story behind our slave, Quan.
You'll remember that the Brute and I did a hell of a lot of remodeling of Hell House this Spring, specifically the exterior and back yard. You know, where we didn't have a wedding reception?
Don't think about it, Amanda...
My nephew comes over and sees a man we HIRED to build a fire pit working in the back yard. He watches him a moment and then turns to me and says...
this is good...
"Aunt Amanda, can we name your slave Quan?"
I mean, what do you even say at this point? Really, kid? First of all, what the hell would make you think that we, or anyone for that matter, would own a person? And Quan? I can't even guess where that name came from.
His is a mind probably better left unread.
