As you know the neighbour’s are moving.
They’re regularly having showings which spikes my anxiety to a pleasant 89 out of 10.
So to bring down my blood pressure Brian began making jokes about what we could be dealing with when our new neighbour’s moved in.
While cars pulled in we sat in our car, ready to leave our driveway, giggling.
(in a southern accent)
Excuse me, we noticed you left a patch of grass ova there. We didn’t say anythang last week cause we figured you two were havin’ troubles what with all the yellin’, but we can’t let it go for another week, can we?
Hiiii Therreee! Just baked you this here cake. Noticed you been coming outside looking awfully disheveled lately and figured you been sick or someone had gone an died.
As our laughter got louder, and my anxiety continued to rise, a tiny voice came from the backseat of the car.
“There’s a angel”
“A angel. Over there”
“Where at Anna’s?”
“In that car.”
“What is the Angel doing?”