another neighbor story

Second verse, much worse.

I went to my friendly, neighborhood Walgreens today. It's not the closest but it is open 24 hours. That appeals to an early bird like me. I was chatting with the cashier, a woman I'd seen countless times, and lamenting about the weather and the upcoming Haunted House. I mentioned the school's name and how irritated the Baron is about the task. She put two and two together (which is four more than I had) and then said she was my neighbor. Not the we-live-in-the-same-general-area kind of neighbor but the we-live-in-the-house-across-the-street kind of neighbor. They've lived here almost as long as we have, which is over a year. Pathetic.

catch up

Granny is gone. We are sad. While she was here, she was able to meet all my friends aka the people who work at my friendly, neighborhood drug stores. The deals were/are hot recently. I worry she wanted to see more than the inside of Walgreens.

Seriously, we had a nice time. The kids adore her as much as I do. She's great at playing and entertaining both the big kid and the wee one.

The Baron has been busy working on the haunted house props. Here's a taste: