Wednesday, July 1, 2015

My neighbors have driven me buggy

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?