Saturday, July 29, 2006


I have a new neighbor moving in this weekend. A 25 year old personal trainer. SHE (yes, okay, maybe I was hoping a teensy bit that the personal trainer in the house would have been a HE) may feel a little out of place in this neighborhood, where I'm already the youngest woman on the block. All our other neighbors are retired ladies.

I suppose that as long as she doesn't mow her lawn in a bikini, I'm okay with that. (hee hee hee)

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