Man oh man, my husband needs to go back to work before my cover is
blown. All this time at home has made him way too available to chat
with the neighbors. One of the things I love about my husband is he's
really nice and talks to everyone. That's also kind of a thing that
annoys me since I am anti-social and do my best to avoid people who
knock on my door without calling first, not that I answer the phone
My sweet husband was out being social and bumped into one of the neighbors who immediately facebooked him after asking his last name. She also asked him about the books I write which she thought were children's books but he proudly corrected her and told her they were about art. He probably gave her my business card but is afraid to tell me that part. If you're keeping track of my neighbors, it's the one who (years ago) was attacked by the dog who my husband rushed out of the house in his underwear to help when he heard screams.
Late last night I was standing at my kitchen sink laughing to myself (and eating some cookies) just thinking about how funny everything is when I saw a little bright light shining through my blinds. I opened them a bit and there, across our yard on the other side of the fence on the second story of the house next to the one where the balls live, sat a woman at her laptop. The view from her window is my yard and inside my windows.
So now I am googling things like:
Yellow house neighbor eats cookies at her sink.
Yellow house neighbor has photo shoots in her back yard.
Yellow house neighbor wears black shirts every day.
Yellow house neighbor can't reach the cereal boxes on top of her fridge.
Yellow house neighbor bounces a bouncy ball while she thinks.
Yellow house neighbor naps a lot on a short couch.
Oh, I could go on and on.
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