It Was Such a Nice Neighborhood

Our mailbox is at the end of the street (along with everyone else's), so Hopers and I took a little walk today to get the mail. She was happily riding in her new birthday wagon. I was thoughtfully enjoying the warm sunshine. Just as I pulled the firefighter magazine and utility bill from our box, a truck drove past us and parked in the driveway of the house across the street from me. This caught my attention because recently, our neighbors sold their house and moved away. I'd been left wondering who our new neighbors would be--never having seen any people, only vehicles. I craned my neck, walking on the sidewalk opposite the house, carefully keeping my eye on the truck. Whoever it was, they sure were taking their time getting out, I thought. Maybe I'll say hi? Maybe I'll just wave. I envisioned myself striking up a tentative but friendly conversation. Just as we neared the driveway, a large man stepped out of the truck. Before I could make eye contact, Hopers shouted, "Mommy! That man is REALLY FAT!"

Anyone want to buy my house? I'm thinking of moving to Antarctica.