It is never ever quiet on this western front. What were you thinking?? The latest adventure in our wild lives is... We are moving. We are all beyond excited. Blake can't even sleep at night because of the sheer thought. Roxy has no idea what we have in store for her. We are moving into base housing away from the bizarre neighbors, the skateboard gang that lives in our complex, and best of all the birds that poop all over my car and live in my eaves. Really what are eaves anyways?
Moving on, we are moving into a three bedroom ranch house with a fenced in back yard and two full bathrooms. We also have a dishwasher.. and that is not even the best part... wait for it... here it comes... We have a laundry room! Wooooo! I am beyond excited. I am just dreaming in visions of Clorox and Tide. I will have stain removal pens in all colors, I will have shelves upon shelves of various fabric softeners, and the best part is I will not have a single quarter anywhere in my house. Why? you ask? Because, my machines are not coin operated!! Now, if only I can convince my husband that the fabric softener does not make his clothes "too soft". That is a direct quote.
Escaping the neighbors will be an added bonus. We really are surrounded by nice people..but things get strange. Like the day Steve woke me up to tell me that the neighbor wanted to borrow my car. Um.....? I have spoken to said neighbor MAYBE three times. Possibly a few more "hellos". "Yea", he continued, "I told her I would send you over". I thought he must be mistaken, but when I showed up on her doorstep...cautiously as her ferocious dog wagged his tail warily and looked ready to pounce... She exclaimed " I think your husband misunderstood" " I wanted to borrow your car, because my daughter is asleep and I need dog food." Hm. Really? Your daughter is 3, is she just going to stay here? I hesitated, my car is very new, but besides that, I love my pretty shiny red car and I had terribly visions of it being totaled. "I have a license, I can show you...." she continued. I told her that I was sorry that my insurance only covered my hubby and I. She seemed disappointed. Huh, I guess I would be too if a random person didn't want to GIVE me their car. We went out later, where she continued to tell me how much her three year old daughter "pissed her off" and how she got three bare-bottom spankings, and time out for hiding her mom's glasses under the couch. This of course was after she had to clean her room. This is the same little girl who climbs up on toys, opens her second story window and looks at me while I clean up dog poo. She never says much, throws occasional toys out at me, sticks her tounge out at me...etc. One day I heard a little voice "The doggie is going poo poo again". Thank you. I love nothing more than cleaning up poop with an interactive audience.
Then there is the couple with the purple mustang. They are very nice and all, but I was walking down the back stretch of yard the other day, chasing the pooping dog with a bag and shovel in hand. I was decked out in my best pj's with a topknot on my head, and I see a smiling face waving at me thru the glass. As fast as it appeared it disappeared. But not before I realized, and he realized that he was in nothing but a bathrobe and his whitey tighties!
Ahhhhh, new neighbors...how i cannot wait to meet you.
So the neighbor who wanted your car...would this be the same neighbor who was insistent that you and Roxy join her for some dog playing fun? She sounds wonderful.
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