Yes, we even started with the Holt agency. But I was not living with my wife at the time due to her job and mine being separated about 200 miles apart. Eventually when I got a job in Portland we felt like we were too old at 45.
Give me a picture of you two with teething rings in your mouths then I'll have to choose the one of you that's the least ugly.
Wow, did I ever have you pegged wrong. I would have guessed the hairy chest and arms, the protruding lips and the big ears was Sly for sure. I swear I've seen him walking on his knuckles.
Speaking of the lottery, one of my favorite short stories is, The Lottery by Shirley Jackson. Though that's a totally different type of lottery completely.