Ouch

Tulips! They look so cute on my front porch. And I love my wreath. That little run to the craft store last night was worth the trip. I went with spring colors. I’m glad I did. So happy and bright!  

And, of course, hearts! For February!

I love this month!

“Good afternoon, Amy, honey!”

“Hi, Marge! Hi, Pepper!” The little terrier always seems to be smiling.

“Where did you find tulips this time of year? As always, your house looks so pretty and cheerful.
Love the wreath!”

“Thank...”

“Don’t encourage her.”

Marge and I both jump. And turn.

Angry Neighbor is glaring at us, her big, brown eyes cold as stone. What in the world…

Marge glares right back. “Beg pardon?”

“Don’t encourage this…” She waves her hand towards my house. “Cheap, tacky shit that brings down the whole neighborhood. One of these days, I’m going to call the HOA.”

She sneers. Her face doesn’t look so pretty anymore. “Hearts? Really? Are we five?”

Before Marge or I can say a word, she takes off running. I think she’s wearing black biker shorts and a black tank. But I can’t see clearly.

“That miserable... Honey, no! Amy, don't you dare cry!”