"How can that be?" you ask. Let me tell you.
Yesterday, when the family came home and the little boy who owns the trampoline came outside, there was a line of kids waiting outside the fence. It looked like a returns line at Wal-Mart the day after Christmas. This time, Daddy came out and informed the neighborhood kids that there would be no trampoline jumping. Since then...an eerie calm hangs over the yard.
I have no life. I should be exercising.
|I feel like Gladys Kravitz on Bewitched!|