Just Like Wisteria Lane

I love having friends as neighbors.
I get a text from Abby this morning

7:55am "Do you have syrup for pancakes we could borrow? Do you mind meeting me on the street?"

8:01am "Sure."

8:03 "coolio let me know when you head outside."

8:04 "coming"

So when I walk to the back gate and step onto the street I see Abby standing down by her house and sweet Betsy running down the street in polka-dot footie pajamas.

"Good morning Abby, this is soo neighborly"
"Nice robe Jenna"
"Lets do this again sometime"

Betsy reaches me in about 20secs to complete a successful Mrs. Butterworth hand-off.