I made scones and my neighbor’s a flasher

Thought I’d drop by and let everyone know I’m still alive.

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They sure called me out. But it’s too lazy if you want to get particular. #suckit

I wish I could tell you I did all sorts of VERY EXCITING THINGS over the long weekend and that’s what kept me away. Nope. Unless you count baking the best freaking mixed berry scones you ever did taste in your life. That was pretty exciting. Aside from that I planned to paint the living room, didn’t paint the living room, ate corn chips for the first time in 43 days and broke out in hives, ate some more just to make sure it was really happening, hid from the collar hoarder and found out from one neighbor that another neighbor is an exhibitionist with nudie pics on Craigslist.

There you have it.

This is why I never exit the front door or talk to anyone other than the 78 year old lady next door (who is not the flasher).

Picture it: I’m trimming the bamboo in the front yard (using yard very loosely). I’m in my pajamas. There’s a lady in her car. She rolls down the window and compliments our drought resistant space. That’s lingo for California’s out of water and you’d best have plants that don’t require much. I barely glance up, following my own rule of: do not engage the neighbors unless they’re over 75 and like to drink red wine on the deck. ‘Thank you! Just trying to do our part with the water rations.’

Next thing I know she’s leaned out the passenger window telling me about the time she and her boyfriend were sitting at their dining room table when they look up and see the guy across the street (and down from me) standing in his picture window, junk hanging out for all the world to see.

Me: EYEBALL EMOJI

Her: are you okay?

Me: EYEBALL EMOJI <pause> What’d you just say?

Her: Repeats the first part and then proceeds to tell me how they, through a course of events starting with the retinal lashing over breakfast, found out this guy has an ad on the internets asking folks to drive by and take a picture. He even requests the photos be sent to him.

Yep.

That led to me scurrying indoors, dead bolting the locks, and sitting on the couch in a daze mumbling, ‘WTF just happened?’.

File that one under ‘Craziest Shit You Ever Found Out While Cleaning Up Your Yard’. #Don’tLookUp