We live in a raised ranch so we pretty much have a bird's eye view of our neighbors' yards. This afternoon while getting ready to make pizza dough, I glanced out the window over my sink to see my quickly-approaching-50 neighbor lady clad in a bikini and gardening gloves, broom in hand, sweeping out her kids' tree house.
I think I laughed so loud it almost shook her over the side.
I guess this is an even exchange for the time she got a view of my then three-year-old child (who shall remain nameless) pulling down drawers to squat in our yard.
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