Haw!!!
YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS. A MYSTERY HAS BEEN SOLVED. YOU GUYS!
On November 26th, 2019, I wrote a blog post entitled "Yeeeee" documenting the mystery of the Yee-Haw Killer. Do you remember this? And at the end of the blog post, I said, "I don’t know when we’ll hear from The Yee-Haw Killer again, but based on this pattern, probably soon. In the meantime, I am optimistically naming this blog post 'Yeeeee-' with the hope that there will one day be a 'Haw!!!' outlining the resolution. Wishful thinking? Probably."
Well, we did hear from the Yee-Haw Killer again. Multiple times. Several. Often. SOOO many times. And one of those times was tonight. And tonight was the time that I CAUGHT THE YEE-HAW KILLER. (Turns out, he's not a killer.) I figured out who it is, and now I can write "Haw!!!"
This. Is. Big. I feel like we all need to take a minute and sit in this excitement together.
Nine months in the making. It has been NINE MONTHS since the first yee-haw. That means that if someone got pregnant the night of the first yee-haw, that baby was born BEFORE I FIGURED OUT THE MYSTERY. That is a long time. This is HUGE.
Ok, here we go...
On my way home from work today, I was cursing myself for not getting up in time to work out before work because working out at 5:30pm SUCKS. It is so hot, and it's the last thing I want to do after work. Little did I know my not waking up at 5:30am to work out would turn out to be a blessing.
I was outside mid-burpee when I heard it. "YEEEEEEEE-HAAAAW!"
I jumped up and ran in the direction it came from, and that's when I noticed my neighbor standing on his balcony about to head back inside.
Me: Bobby!
Bobby:
Me: Was that you?
Bobby: I promise I'm not crazy.
Me: Has it been you this whole time?
Bobby: You hear me doing that? I'm sorry.
I'M PRETTY SURE THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD CAN HEAR YOU DOING THAT, SIR.
Me: I'm not mad. I swear. But I have to know. Why?
And then he proceeded to tell me a way cooler story than the one Sean and I had made up in our heads. All this time, we thought it was one of the guys who works in the plant nursery behind our house. That's it. That's the whole story we came up with. What imaginations, huh?
Turns out, Bobby and his wife, Sandy, had a best friend who lived at the end of the street. Every time they would get together, they'd "yee-haw" together because...why not? Well, eventually they got into a tradition where one of them would yell, "Yee-haw!" from down the street and the other would answer back.
Unfortunately, their friend at the end of the street passed away a few years ago, but Bobby still yells out "Yee-haw" any time he thinks of her as a way of keeping her memory alive and celebrating their friendship.
HOW. COOL. IS THAT?
Bobby has requested that we start answering his "Yee-haw" any time we hear it, so now we get to be a part of the fun.
This is not very well written, but I am just too excited to care right now.