friendly neighbors

that would be nice, wouldn't it? to have friendly neighbors? we wouldn't know. ours is an old hag. she swears penny poops in her yard. (which penny totally doesn't; well, she only does when we let her because old hag has bothered us that day or week or week before.) anyway. i just heard her making old hag small talk with mor. (who's outside replacing the oil filter on the hon for when we drive her down to vegas this weekend. he's so man-skilled, ain't he?)

old hag: how are things?

mor: just fine. getting the car ready so we can drive it to vegas this weekend.

oh: how nice. what are you doing there?

mor: we're just driving down to catch a flight.

oh: how nice. why would you do that?

mor: it's a lot cheaper to fly out of vegas than it is to fly out of salt lake.

oh: how nice. well then where are you going?

mor: to indiana.

oh: how nice. for a death?

moral of converstory: the only reason people go to indiana is because someone has died. not to visit family. not to see friends. but to attend a funeral. maybe someday soon, we won't be attending one for old hag.