Today we were outside chainsawing our way through all the dead fall (leftover no doubt from Hurricane Isabel) that the former owners never cleaned up. While taking a break, I noticed someone was putting something in our mailbox.
Later, there was something laying in the driveway. The better-half went out there and it was a flyer/invitation to participate in Easter festivities at the southern baptist church that our neighbor lady goes to.
About 10 minutes later, someone rolls into the driveway. As I was not wearing a bra (sometimes I just have to be free), I ran upstairs to put one on. The better-half opened the door and it was another neighbor bearing gifts. She and her son seemed nice enough. They thought we had a child since the gossip was that a little one was seen on premises. The better-half said that was the Niece. (Hold the phone, someone saw our trip through the woods and now it is community gossip?) When they left the better-half held up a small box and said, “they made them at church”. A chocolate easter egg in a box with bible scriptures from you guessed it, the same freakin’ church as the lady down the street and the family across the street call their spiritual home.
I said we’ve fallen into the cult neighborhood and the better-half asked if he should mix up the kool-aid.
Yeah…that’s just creepy.
By the way, I hardly ever wear a bra while in my own yard doing yard work. There’s just no reason we should feel self concious IN OUR OWN YARDS! Go away you crazy church people!