Let's see, neighbors ... what other gems do I have to share with you today? Hmmm ... first let me slip into my cardigan ... and then let's feed the fish (hello, fish!) and head over to the Land of Make Believe, where ...
--What's that, Trolley?
--You say you wish what?
--You wish the YMCA wouldn't just leave their Patrick-sized dummies lying willy-nilly by the side of the pool where any unsuspecting mother could see one passed out behind a deck chair and HAVE HERSELF A MOTHERFUCKING HEART ATTACK?
--I'm with you, Trolley.
And then I took a walk with the boys one evening. A "nature walk" around our neighborhood. And when we were passing by our neighbor's garage, we noticed the doors were open, and there was music coming from inside.
And CHERYL was sitting in the recliner, listening to the music and enjoying having no hands or legs.
My camera is my pacemaker.
A close up of Cheryl:
What with the sun hat and the lei and the missing pelvis and all.