Just when I resigned myself to the fact that my neighbors would be living next door to us for the summer, Jody (my husband) says to me this morning while looking out the front door, “There’s a moving truck next door.” I thought he was pulling my leg. So I took a gander out the window, and sure enough, there it was! Not wanting to get our hopes up and assume they were actually moving, we thought of other scenarios where they might require a moving truck. Other than selling off the girl gang and their belongings to gypsies, we couldn’t come up with anythingRead More →