Communal Living

This living next door the my best friend and her family may not be working out so well. All these late night bonfires, and chatting..... wow.... I'm TIRED!--- But it's so much fun. And really who else can boast of having neighbors who double as best buds? Our kids all get along, we have vacationed together, in fact, Jeanne and I are taking the kids camping again this year to Jellystone. Yeah we're the coolest moms ever!!!! It will be just us gals and the kiddos. (Even though her husband will be stopping by to start the campfire each night. I mean hey.... we're women, we can set up the tent, we can grill the food, we can handle the wild banshees.... but you've got to draw the line somewhere!)

Anyway it's so funny because she and her husband own both lots on either side of me. So I've constantly got kids running from my house to her house, to the other lot which is a huge garage for Dave's Monster Trucks, as the boy likes to call them. My son will see Dave walking over to the garage and go running out of the house yelling "Uncle Dave, Uncle Dave I need to talk to you" and then proceed to follow him around for the next little bit. Which works out well for me, because my boys father is mechanically challenged. So the fact that he follows people like Uncle Dave around, and the fact that he LIKES tools, and he gets in and helps momma with her bag o' power tools... well it gives me hope, hope that someday.... I won't have to PAY to have things done. Someday my boy will be able to fix things... But I digress...

Point is, we basically live in a commune now. I told Jeanne it's like our dreams have come true... we finally live together!!! (Only we have separate bedrooms, but we're working on that. I asked her husband to build a tunnel so come winter when we have to get together I won't get chilled walking back and forth, nor will she!) I told Dave, to go with the communal theme, he could be like that Waco dude and we could start selling ALL the houses in the hood to young, attractive women, and he could go "Service" their homes... seeing that he's a builder and all. And if you knew the name of the subdivision, you'd be proud of the double entendre I worked up using his name and the subdivision name.... I crack myself up.

Anyway the gist of this little tale is.... I'm living in a commune, I have attended way to many bonfires in the last week alone, I am turning into a bigger Red Neck by the minute, and even though I can barely keep my eyes open I'm so tired today.... I wouldn't trade it for the world.