I suspect I won't be able to write about my neighbors much longer because everyone is getting all chummy on the account of the new creepiness and I am pretty sure that someone will tell someone that the guy who looks all good Christiany (but is not) is married to a Jew (with g-a-y friends) who blogs and then my secret will be out. I am still shocked it wasn't out when Goth Wiccan ended up being my surgery nurse! But, nobody has said anything and if they did, well that would make an awesome post!
We live near a lake and up until about a year ago, all the neighbors would park their boats, Hummers, and big ass gas-guzzling SUVs all over the street as symbols of how much money they had (and how small other things were). People were not really talking to each other because they just did I HAVE MONEY drive by's. See my boat! See my car! See my tricked out RV! See, I AM AMAZING!!!!
On the account of the economy, the cars and boats and phallic symbols slowly started disappearing from the driveways and streets and were replaced with smaller, more economical cars. The mornings filled with the sound of engines revving were being replaced with the sound of barking dogs. When people lost their big cars, they got big dogs. Big barking dogs. And everyone now stands in their front yard with their big dogs barking and unleashed. Then, when another neighbor comes out with their dog, the first unleashed dog runs over to sniff the new dog and the neighbors start chasing their dogs and sniffing each other.
Our new next door neighbors got a Great Pyrennees puppy. It's a male and it will be huge. Its bark will be a mighty roar.
My wee kitten and I sit in the window watching the interactions as we predict which neighbor will now be getting a Great Dane, on the account of the economy.
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