Wednesday, September 24, 2008

From My Window

From our family room we look directly into our neighbor's kitchen. Very close proximity, we smell what's for dinner every night. A few weeks ago the woman next door opened the refrigerator door, pulled out a spray can of whipped topping and then, as you knew she would but hoped she wouldn't, leaned back and squirted her mouth full of the goo. Her dog jumped up on her leg and without a thought she reached down and gave him a mouthful, allowing him to lick the canister. While I have no idea what this woman's name is, and I see her every day, I made a very quick mental note to never accept desert of any kind from her, or her dog.

1 comment:

OJS said...

If this isn't a sign from above
to move, I don't know what is.


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