The other morning, I was looking out of my office window (the one that faces the front yard)–suddenly, I notice two teenage girls approaching my neighbor’s house. I know these girls, they are about 13 years old and solidly in that annoying “and I told him, just what-e-Ver” phase.
I wouldn’t have continued my gaze had it not been for what they were wearing at 12:00pm in the afternoon: pajamas. Also, they were each holding a Starbucks cup and each had a purse slung over their shoulder.
It looked like a scene from the Nickelodeon version of Desperate Housewives or the New …read more