Who are the people ...

in your neighborhood?

During the day, I have found that most of the women on our street are also at home.

Next door, the retiree. I think her husband still goes to work every day. At least, he gets up and leaves every day. He may go to the bar for all I know.

Across the street, Super Mom. Three little ones and one in grade school. She's one of those moms that has everything under control AND cupcakes for the class party. She's tiny and blonde with a giant SUV and a cellphone attached to her face. Periodically, they have LovelyGirl over to sit for them while they go out for the evening. I want to hate her, but, honestly, she's the sweetest thing. The day we moved in, she waited until the crowd had cleared out and then came over with beer and cookies. How can you dislike this woman?? Seriously.

On the corner, the hermit lady. She's middle-aged, and the only time anyone sees her is when she walks to mailbox each day. I've never seen anyone mow their yard or rake leaves or anything, but it's always done. I don't get it.

Suddenly, a wild chocolate pie craving appears!!
XO uses a fork.
It's super effective!

There are a couple of women who do leave the house each day. I've no idea what they do, but one of them is dressed to the nines and wears heels that make MY ankles hurt. I like to imagine she's a present day Peggy Olson. if you don't understand that one, www.google.com.


So, do I make an effort to get to know these women? Do I just hide in my house like I've been doing, talking to you good folks? And if I DO decide to socialize with the housefraus on the block, how would I go about that? Offer coffee? Gin? Cake?

Fuck no. More of that pie. That's the good stuff. I'd have new best friends in minutes.