There is someone on my roof plucking fluffy clouds out of the sky.
Taking huge chunks, really.
What should I do?
ps: Best part of being friends with neighbors down the lane?
One of your favorites, most beloved one (and her little grandot, who I adore), share a plate full of beignets (which they made from scratch) on a Saturday morning.
I gave them homemade pesto yesterday.
Oh and, my other neighbor down the bend brought us a huge confetti cake yesterday.
For no reason!
Sharing fun. I love sharing.