As we sat on our front porch this evening spying on... er... appreciating our neighborhood, we saw our new neighbors outside playing with their son and dogs.
MK: Hey, you done with your mimosa? Go meet the new neighbors.
CK: No
MK: Yeah. Go.
CK: No, you go. I have to drink this. Can't leave the porch.
MK: Send the girl.
CK: Sure, K, go meet the neighbors.
KK: Uh NO.
Sigh. okay, I gave in. I took a big swig of my mimosa (I know I know, why do I drink mimosas at 6 o'clock) handed it to Mr. Kaos and took K by the hand.
KK: I'm not going anywhere!
CK: K I am just going to go say hi to the new neighbors.
KK: Oh, okay but I am NOT talking to anyone.
CK: Okay. You can be a mime then, just make sure you have the invisible box move down.
Friday, March 30, 2007
won't you be my neighbor?
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4 comments:
drinking Mimosa's at 6 is a fabulous idea. Drinking Mimosa's at any time is a fabulous idea. . .I'll be your neighbor, we'll have Mimosa block parties.
I'm with K - I don't like meeting neighbors. I am just that unfriendly.
But the mimosas sound good. Maybe that would take the sharp, sharp edge off my hangover today. :)
I hate meeting neighbors, too. I mean, it's a great idea -- in theory. But I really don't like people that much.
I just hate neighbors. Period.
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