You could die from that you know....

I got a great chuckle yesterday.

 My neighbor, a 76 year old (I know  her age because she yelled it at her youngest son saying, "I'm 76 years old Danny, don't you think I know about gardening?!" That son is now in jail for attacking his family with a Samurai sword....no you can't make this stuff up).

This neighbor could quite possibly be the worlds best undercover agent. Chain smoking on the front porch, she  has a fabulous view of our very interesting neighborhood. Quite often I have wondered what it would feel like to work in my own  front yard without my every move being supervised by her watchful eyes. She keeps a pretty tight lip about what she sees. I wonder what she knows that she doesn't share. The trailer living, slightly neurotic lady who lives in the RV behind her house, sporting 7 junk cars and a couple  spare RVs was leaving hate mail for another neighbor who's cat was apparently fouling up her garage. Soon after hearing there was a problem between them the other neighbor posted pictures on her mailbox of a "missing cat."....hmmmmm....one guess as to what happened to the cat.

She is a great neighbor to have around though, we know that whenever we leave town, we have no need of a house sitter to take care of things. They seem to be great people (with the exception of the Samurai toting son and the other who talks to himself  while he works). We readily swap tools, plants and gardening advice.

She made a trip across the street yesterday while the girls and I were mowing the yard. Well, I was mowing, Libby running rampant, carefully testing the boundaries and mom's patience, and Vesper was happily playing in her walker, with her feet barely skimming the ground. My neighbor (who's name I cannot remember and it's been so long I'm embarrassed to ask again...I've been hoping that a stray piece of her mail would end up in our mailbox). While we were chatting I made the comment that we had just gotten chickens, seeing as how I was spending $50 a month on eggs.

She raised her eyebrows at the comment, paused to puff, puff on her cigarette and cough a very chesty, long  cough said, "Wow, you know eggs aren't very good for you."