Sometimes I think Mr. L and I might drink a wee too much. I mean, he was making us a second drink the other night and looked out the front door (in our quiet suburban neighborhood) and did a double take. Wouldn't you?
Yes, suddenly there's an Amish buggy living next door. Mind you, Mr. L and I aren't adverse to a little kitsch ourselves.
But a buggy?
I suppose buggies and flamingos CAN live in harmony.
Anything odd going on in your neck of the woods?
