A place where beautiful people gather to talk about how beautiful they are.
For any of you who thought I only had one neighbor.
It Just Gets Stranger: Hi. I'm Your New Neighbor.
I walked two houses down the hill to greet my neighbor, a blonde woman, age 50 or so, who rivals The Perfects in magazine-cover landscaping and lawn care. It was 9:30 PM, a time not usually reserved for greeting neighbors for the first time after living two-hundred feet from one another for 18 months.
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Im becoming very concerned about the comments on this blog post. Why does anyone think you should marry this 50 year old neighbor???
I mean, yeah you guys are perfect together but as tea-sipping, recipe-swapping, lawn-care-advice-sharing, sit on the porch and judge all the other neighbors, best friends forever!
Is it just me or does Eli look like he's trapped Misery style in that house?