Elmer, get in here. It's the craziest thing I ever heard. Myrtle tells me they are going to be selling grass in California. And she said her grandson's third cousin is getting married to a guy from Oregon where they are going to sell grass together there too.
Selling grass, boys getting married to each other? I tell you that's all new to me.
But I told Myrtle, after I was done thinking about it for awhile: well, if those kids are crazy enough to think they can sell grass and make money, more power to them. Because I got a whole backyard of that stuff; and if they need more, well they can just come here and pick all they want out of the back pasture.
Then I says to Myrtle, as long as neither of them boys are interested in my Elmer, why should I care?