When the money runs out, what do you sell when you land on Boardwalk?
"You are such an ass," my wife grumped at me as I came into the kitchen for my morning coffee. "Me?" "I'd call you a son-of-a-bitch," she steamed, "but I really like your mother." "What is your problem?" "False pretenses," she snapped. "All right, look," I said somewhat wearily as I took a chair at the kitchen nook table. "You're going to have to explain yourself." Kylie took a...Read On