To my neighbors who removed the mufflers from their motorcycles just to make them louder when they drive around at 4 AM, I am going to murder you. Maybe that isn’t as funny, but I’m not kidding.
LOL. Gold! I love wind chimes. Your front porch sounds like my dreamtime. My husband can't stand them. A neighbour at the back of our house has them, and sometimes, I go out and stand in the yard just so I can hear them. I'll live vicariously through your stories, Bev, seeing as I can't put my own up.
To my neighbors who removed the mufflers from their motorcycles just to make them louder when they drive around at 4 AM, I am going to murder you. Maybe that isn’t as funny, but I’m not kidding.
I've been to that antique store in Nevada. That's where I got my black velvet painting of the Virgin Mary holding the baby Elvis. Priceless!
I had a neighbour like you once. Delightful!
Ok, I happen to love our wind chimes and although I don’t believe they’re haunted, they are soothing. Funny piece. Bev.
I love them so much. But I always have to do surgery on them, their tubes keep falling off.
Oh, Bev. That’s funny, honey
I only have 6 wind chimes hanging in the back yard. I feel the need to buy more, bigger, louder ones!
LOL. Gold! I love wind chimes. Your front porch sounds like my dreamtime. My husband can't stand them. A neighbour at the back of our house has them, and sometimes, I go out and stand in the yard just so I can hear them. I'll live vicariously through your stories, Bev, seeing as I can't put my own up.
Funny lady!
The people across the street have the big gongy ones. They’re incredibly soothing, but man, they’re expensive.
I’m jealous Bev—sounds like you have an environment where I could practice my saxophone without getting the stink eye from my neighbors.
Baker Street
So am I.