Some people think I am a bona fide nut. I live over an hour from the nearest Starbucks. I have to (gasp) make my own coffee. Every. Single. Day. My Starbucks (and when I say Starbucks I am including ALL coffee shops) visits remain in the single digits per year of life. Sometimes this make me sad. I LIKE coffee shops. I like the smell, the selection, the baked treats. Whipped Cream. Not washing dishes.
….the ladies who live behind us.
I love the ladies, their children are well-behaved and rarely seen or heard. They dress modestly in neutral colors, leave before their company becomes stale and have no problem if breakfast never varies.
The only issue I have with the ladies is when they munch on my baby fruit trees. And my vegetable garden. See this here?
Maybe they like a little variety after all. Or maybe it is because one is expecting, you know how those cravings are!
Sometimes the ladies even show up for evening cocktails, after a day dodging cars, running from humans, caring for kids, searching for something good to eat….wait a second. Lord, I think I am a deer. Oh well, cocktails for everyone!