Tuesday, July 22, 2008
No. Not really. When you think about it, it's just normal. It's my neighbor. He lives on my front step. He really is a sweet boy. It kind of freaks me out though when I'm sitting here and he is peering in my window at all hours of the day. As I was noticing him out on the front step, again, I decided to take a picture. I heard him through the glass, "What the?" he said. He'll be waiting there til I come out and tell him the kids are at VBS. He'll then ask me how many "laters" they'll be home in. I'll tell him 3 or 4 and he'll bike away or maybe just pace? I'm starting to feel like this could be a poem from "Where The Sidewalk Ends." Mmmmnnn, I'll have to contemplate this. Any recommended titles?