there have been crews of workers at the house next door--and they have been working, and working and working.
Quin always goes out to talk to them--and today they seemed to be smiling...alot more than usual...and looking towards our kitchen where I was keeping the ever watchful eye...but they kept smiling.
I thought geez--I am the hot chick in the neighborhood--as a girl would think--but no--Quin had told them all--that I tripped up the slide--(when I was seven!!) and required a few stitches to my tongue--Grandpa Bill, you are not off the hook either, because she told them that you fainted..which is fact.
In the spirit of neighbors..just the Jim variety...something to hum along to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5KeGccP9Jk
ps: don't forget to salute to Sgnt. Carter!