Tuesday, December 8, 2009

What is Up With My Neighbors?

If you follow my personal blog at all you may have noticed that I have an interesting neighborhood. My old next door neighbor has been spotted mowing the lawn in a skirt and at other times she was in the yard with no pants on at all. There is also a lady in my neighborhood who walks around carrying a bird in a cage.

This year a whole bunch of new people moved in with little kids and I am thrilled. They are all so nice! But there is a problem.

They keep bringing me cookies.

Home made cookies.

Delicious cookies.

This is SO NICE. I appreciate that a million times more than the one that used to come over and tell me that I needed to trim the tree in my side yard or homeless people would come live under it.

The problem is that I keep eating the cookies.

I have been working on this. I have been on my elliptical at least three times a week. I have been walking with another neighbor. I have been drinking less and eating healthier.

You know, except for all of these cookies.

I love you my neighbors and I think it is very sweet of you to bring me cookies.

But if you really loved me you would bring me some Fen-Phen and a picture of me in a bathing suit because those are two things that I KNOW will help me lose weight.


Goddess in Progress said...

It's the worst kind of "nice." And cookies are totally my kryptonite. CANNOT resist them. I've been trying to either send them with my husband to his office, or just straight up throw them in the trash. It goes counter to every fiber in my being to do so, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Devra said...

I actually threw some Tagalongs onto my front yard. That's right, I threw them out of my front door onto the grass so I would not eat them.

It worked, but if any of my neighbor's saw me doing it, I bet I would be right up there with Sarah's mowing dress wearing weirdo.

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