AG and I are just hangin’ around the house today, not much going on.  That is until lunch time arrived.  Weird incident #1 involved AG. 

AG is watching Play With Me Sesame, eating her lunch (or so I thought) and happy as a little clam.  I go into read some blogs while she’s entertained.  I hear her say "all done".  I finish reading the blog I was on and head into the living room to find…..

See that speckally stuff all over the floor.  All over the floor that I just recently cleaned.  That is her lunch.  Rice and chicken, and the gravy, in little plops all over the floor.  GRRRRRRRR.  Momma not happy.  She doesn’t usually do such things.  She has a little bit but never to this level.  I think I may have her convinced that this was a bad idea.  Momma not pleased means toddler not pleased.

Not long after that another weird thing happened. 

Weird incident #2:

When we moved here our realtor told us about the neighbors (what she knew) and said she didn’t think anyone lived behind us.  She said if there was someone there that she’s never seen them.  A few days passed and I saw smoke coming from the chimney so I figured somebody lives there.  Now, this house gives every indication that it is empty.

All the shades are drawn.  There’s never a light on. There is not one single plant in that yard.  It is an all white house with all white trim.  No trash cans out to the road, no lights, no nothing.  Somebody is working very hard to give the outside world the idea that nobody’s home.  (I think we may, MAY, have an agoraphobic over there.  There’s private and then there’s Howard Huges private, ya know.  Its a fine line to crazy town).

Well, I’m looking out my kitchen window and I see something moving behind the fence.  I’ll be darned…. its the neighbor.  She’s taken her trash to the street and she’s picking up some trash in her yard.  Its an older woman with what I call an "old lady afro".  Ya know, when older women (senior citizens) get those really tight perms but then let them get too long.  They comb ’em out and you’ve got a silvery grey afro….on a frail little old lady. 

Anyway, the neighbor is outside and I head out to meet her.  As soon as she hears my door open she dashed (and I mean dashed) back into her house.  Ok, whatever.  I go back inside and eventually she comes back out.  She goes back to picking up trash from her yard and I go back to washing dishes. Then I see her heading toward our yard again.  She looked sweet, kind.  Until……

She threw all of the trash she collected from her yard over the fence into my yard.  Hmmmph! 

Here’s a small portion of her collection.

Next time I see her outside I am totally taking her picture and putting it on the internets.  You know I will!