There are howler monkeys outside. Lots of them. They appear to hang out over my neighbor’s house.
My husband meets the neighbor and asks why so many loiter around his place. “Because my wife is hot,” he says, and goes back to working on his car.
I considered his declaratory statement that his wife’s “hotness” powers attracts all the monkeys in the area. That I couldn’t possibly coax such smitten animals away from the hypnotic effects of this doll-face and over to the other side of the street.
I feel a challenge coming on. I just need to find my lipstick.