I live in a very cute neighborhood. Well, it’s actually a small town, but it’s got lots of good stuff that I can walk to including schools, the library, a park, some restaurants and a grocery. Most of the neighbors are older people who moved here to retire, but around the time that Hubby and I moved in, another couple did too.
I didn’t know them very well, but they were about our age, lived on our street, and thought it would be great if we could be friends. They were young, we were young, we both obviously had great taste in streets. It was a match made it heaven, right?
Not only that, but a year after we moved in, they had a baby! I know this, not because I’m a stalker (which I am, but only on Facebook), but because I drive past their house in order to get out of town. A baby! They had a baby, hubby and I had a baby–it was perfect. Yes?
But it never really happened. They’re local business owners, and very busy, and we run into them here and there, but that was about it, and after a while I settled into my thing and stopped dreaming about neighborly barbeques.
The other day Mrs. Perfect was walking down the street, pushing a stroller and in about five seconds the following happened:
August walked out wearing only a diaper. This is a common occurrence at my house. The kids always start out in clothes, but things happen and I don’t bother to re-dress them because life is short and my laundry pile is large. I can see, however, how this might come off as a little less than classy.
Then Buster, my painfully annoying dog began howling at Mrs. Perfect because she had a little dog with her. Buster is not good at making friends.
And then Louie got so excited about the little dog with Mrs. Perfect that he actually FELL OFF THE PORCH. We have a ton of mulch around the porch in case this happens, but seriously that never happens. He was fine except he was lying in our garden and howling.
And all of this got me thinking that maybe there’s a good reason why all my friends live in the computer.
If you know what I mean.