The rain has come and washed away the icey snow. I think may have flipped off Mary Beth Kate Frances in a minor traffic altercation, to be fair to me she honked a mean long "what the hell are you doing you hippy" honk, only then realizing it was me, her new neighbor for whom she had made vegetarian chicken, and quickly tried to cover up with a wave out the window as if she was just saying "hi". But it was to late, my finger was already up.
We met Barbara O'Shanahey, our eighty year old neighbor across the street who hasn't been out of her house in weeks due to a cough, she reminded us that St. pattys was just around the corner, gave us Irish bread and cheese, and said "I hear you did some theatre". SAY WHAT? "How did you hear THAT?" "Oh you'll learn in this nighborhood everyone knows"
"This is a really conservative area." says the neigbbor across street next to Barbrar O shanahey, which would explain the pained expresssion on the faces of the obligitory visitors... que the parade ....
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