I have a naugh-ty neighbor.  Not the kind of naughty where she throws sticks at my bike. The kind of naugh-ty where she seems to incorporate you-know-what into every single conversation we have.

She doesn't look like she'd be naugh-ty. She looks like a grandma.

An 80-year old, lived-through-the-wars-and-doesn't-have-her-real-teeth-to-show-for-it sort of grandma, to be exact.

She tells dirty you-know-what jokes about people. And dogs.  She talks a lot about you-know-what and dogs. She threatens to cut the you-know-whats off the dog next door if he doesn't stop barking. And she's repeatedly told me about her childhood dog who was a bit too you-know-what with the you-know-what and ended up with a whole litter of we-don't-know-who's-the-daddy.

And then there was the bus stop incident.  Where she read the following newspaper headline to me and a few little old ladies:  "Intelligent Women Have Better [You-Know-What] Lives."

So, with all of these naugh-ty comments and jokes, I did something that was naughty.  I spied on her laundry line.

Why we all have laundry lines out here and why every one seems to actually use them is not the point. The point is that I was nosy and I wanted to know what this naugh-ty neighbor hung on her line. And you know that you want to see it too:

Let's just hope she's really, really intelligent.