So, it's Friday night, and our newest neighbor is having a happy hour for the whole neighborhood - a "stop by with food and drink and visit with your friends" kind of night.
I had a long week.
We heard the story about that one time our neighbor went across the street, to the other neighbor's house, she who is a Wiccan, and shot his gun across her door step saying, " You think you like the devil? I'll show you the devil, and you're NOT going to like him!!!"
Our Fire-starter neighbor came, and not surprisingly, lit a fire.
My phone rang twice. The first time, it was Hannah, begging me to come home through loud sobs.
The second time, it was Hazel. "Daddy gave me some cholocate, and I lost a TOOTH!"
I came home immediately, of course.