HUH??
I have the most bizarre life of anyone I know. This morning, Mom buzzed on the intercom, asking if we had any gas in the toolhouse. The nosey neighbor, Greg, was there and had run out of gas. So I shut the computer down and walked to Mom's trailer and found Greg sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and wearing one of Mom's shirts. Now I can vouch for Mom's morality, but I'm not so sure about Greg's. I didn't ask why Greg was wearing my Mom's shirt, but he proceeded to tell me. He'd been... Sign in to see full entry.