Ode to my neighbor
I was awakened by my neighbor around 6:30 this morning. At first I thought she was having a fight. Then I realized she was trying to get the dog to come inside. Again. Well, the good news is that this hasn't happened for a while. Either that, or I'm in the shower when it does happen.
Shortly after that, this popped into my head:
Roses are red
Pickles are briny
Sugar is sweet
But you sure are whiny
One of these years I might get annoyed enough to tell her that in person. Or, at least, leave it in her mailbox. Hmm, Valentine's Day isn't too far off...
Shortly after that, this popped into my head:
Roses are red
Pickles are briny
Sugar is sweet
But you sure are whiny
One of these years I might get annoyed enough to tell her that in person. Or, at least, leave it in her mailbox. Hmm, Valentine's Day isn't too far off...