The grumpy people across the street recently sold their house. These were the kind of neighbors that you live opposite for nearly a decade and have shared maybe 10 words. They don't wave, they don't say hi, they don't acknowledge you even when you are both in your front yards. But they took care of their house and their yard, so I guess by suburb standards, that made them good neighbors, right?
But, the thing I wanted to talk about today was the new family that moved in. Or at least the men that are helping the new family move in. It is nearly 90 degrees out today, so I can see four young men, all shirtless, carrying in large pieces of furniture from the Uhaul truck into the house. I want to sit in my living room and watch them. Just watch them as they lift things, their muscles bulging, glistening with sweat. Oooh, one just stopped and grabbed a drink. He ran it across his chest. Oh gods.
How sick and perverted does that make me? I think they are all at least 18, does that make it any better?
2 comments:
You're not a pervert, you're sightseeing. *snicker*
Wish MY neighborhood had sights like that!
Ribbitt!!
Ann
Hehehe, that was the last time. The other day it must have been her father that was outside half naked. And he was probably older than me, which would have been okay, but the body wasn't that exciting. :)
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