A Lady from the Church called yesterday, via phone, to arrange a time to call, face-to-face. She arrived shortly after one o'clock with a plate of cookies, a welcome quilt (courtesy of the Church Quilters), and a church directory. I contemplated wearing a floral dress that coordinates with my apron for this visit but much like the lady in the Tide commercial, I'm too lazy for anything other than yoga pants. Even still, I am fairly certain that the view north from Highway 30 over this quaint little community is crisply black and white.
xo
Showing posts with label neighborhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label neighborhood. Show all posts
Friday, September 9, 2011
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
curious
Who is going to live in the house down the street now that the shirtless, overall wearing, porch sitting, sidewalk supervising, beer drinking, cornerstone of our neighborhood is not? Who, I ask? Who? Hey landlord, good luck finding another tenant that makes Doug squeal, "That guy is GREAAAAAT!" That kind of a compliment isn't handed out to just anyone. Standards.
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