sundays

I was out mowing my lawn Sunday morning when a lady stopped by. Turns out she's the niece of one of my neighbors. I was able to get the scoop on the ambulance I'd seen the other day (new neighbor apparently doesn't understand how to bug bomb a house) and hear someone else's opinion about the bad neighbors (yup, they're bad). That's the thing about working in your front yard, though. People feel free to come up to me and start conversations and since I'm doing yardwork, chances are I'm all sweaty and gross. I always feel very exposed out there.

Then I went inside and made myself a bloody mary.