Our neighbors, we'll call them... Bob and Janet*... have enchanted me from day one. Not only do they spend 40% of their time here, smoking,
but 40% in the backyard enjoying life, and 20% doing heaven knows what inside that house I sometimes dream about touring, but usually never want to see for fear it will ruin the fantasy I have imagined for them in there. I hope that some day I can enjoy life as much as the two of them and only need a cigarette, a dog, and American Idol to be happy.
Yesterday I made cupcakes for them for being so fantastic, and for six cupcakes, Tom gave me:
1 Big hug
2 Trips from the front of the house to bring in our trash cans
3 offers to give us his old microwave (which he is getting rid of because apparently its popcorn capabilities have recently diminished)
4 minutes of his time, anytime, to come over and make popcorn on his new microwave
5 Invitations to his Fourth of July barbecue
and 6 ''you're awesome''s.
(Tom repeats himself a lot when he's drunk)... (Tom is always drunk).
I may be more in love with our neighbors at this point than I will ever be capable of loving a family of my own. And I think the common man would agree if he had been called awesome six times in under six minutes for six sub-par cupcakes left on his door step.
*I just realized that's the only time I used the psuedonym for my all-American neighbors, but it just doesn't seem right to not use their real and befitting names.
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i think you will always be happy in life because you are an appreciater (i made that word up, i think, as does the spell-checker). you appreciate the good and/or the funny and/or the interesting in everything you come across. it is a gift! use it wisely and only for good! and keep on being funny.
The good life...nice neighbors who help each other, look out for each other, do kind things for each other. That's what it is all about.
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