Sunday, May 27, 2007

Neighborpalooza

I'm pausing briefly in my preparations to update, because this is just too funny not to...

Yesterday, my husband decided that after living here for over 7 years, we don't know the neighbors well enough. The only contact we have (with the exception of the daily assaults from Mrs. K.) is when they call the police on us or complain that a ball flew into their bushes. Or when we have the Stanley Cup full of champagne on our front lawn at 3 a.m. When the St. Pete Times article came out a few months back and my secret identity was revealed, I think they were a bit surprised, but somehow I don't think it helped our cause. So, in the spirit of neighborliness, Sean decided to hold driveway Happy Hour--"Neighbopalooza"--and invite everyone on the block.

I can't even imagine what this is going to be like.

Seriously.

I told him I would only make pigs in a blanket if I could write a column about this later.

2 comments:

Jodi said...

well f*&^ I wish I lived in the neighborhood...I'm still sucking my bottle of Jose's beverage of choice alone...I could use a pig in a blanket right about now, LOL

Tracey said...

I wish you were here too--doesn't look like I made too many friends...