The Nutter

August 4th was my 12-month mark.  I didn't have much to write the last few weeks because things weren't so bizarre.  They seemed quite...normal.

That didn't last long.

I wore Uggs.  Last week.

My 80-year old neighbor plans to crash our wedding if not invited.  She's serious.

Her 47-year old son set a massive mound of garden clippings ablaze.  After dousing them with gasoline.  In the rain.

Oh, and our darling little Soph?  Possibly a darling little slut who got knocked up by a Newfoundland.

But the highlight this past week?  The middle-aged American.

I heard her at the bus stop.  Asked where she was from.

Chicago.  Lived here 15 years.  Followed her then-boyfriend now-husband.  Who now lives with another woman.  Has done for the last three years.  They're still married.  She's waiting for him to make up his mind.  She lives in 107.  I should come round for tea.

I should.  That data dump only took three minutes.

Clearly she was lonely. 

But I'm clearly not that nice.

all fabulous truffles from the trufflegirls.com.  oh, and the wedding is in 31 days.  i'm going to be writing randomly these next few weeks.  probably more than two posts a week.  for my sanity.  visit?