Hi! My name is Krista and I am the crazy neighbor...

Ayup. That's me. Yesterday I met the new neighbor. They had a clothes line up and I went over there and asked about it. I told her that I was quite happy to not be the only one in the neighborhood with a clothes line, and asked how they built their supports. Had a great conversation. It all went south fast today, though.

They were getting ready for a party, and I started talking to her. After a few minutes, I realized that it wasn't her, but her mother. Duh.Then, she comes out to the back yard and mentions that she is thinking of going to Meijer and buying new lawn furniture, because they don't have any and people will be coming soon. I say "Gee... I just saw a table. Where did I see it?" And before I could stop myself, it happens. I said "Oh yeah! It was in someone's trash. I don't know how you feel about trash picking but..." And that was as far as I got. The look on her face told me that either she is not fond of trash picking, or that I had a giant booger hanging out of my nose.

Then, in my final act of craziness, I offered to let her use my wrought iron patio set. She said "I will ask *them* because some people are bringing lawn chairs. Translation: "I don't think so, crazy person! Maybe you got it from the trash!"

Ahem.

The worst part is that earlier in the day I was out hanging something on the clothes line and FELL INTO A HOLE*. Both feet, right in to a 2 feet deep hole. Of course, because I was hanging things on the clothes line I had clothes pins pinned to my shirt in a random pattern. I stood in the hole and tried to call Marty through what turned out to be my closed bedroom window. The neighbor was outside, so had she chosen to look over at the right moment, she would have seen what looked like me standing in a hole with clothes pins pinned to myself yelling my husband's name.

Oh yeah. We will be best friends.

My friend, the hole.

* I had the boys dig two 2 feet deep holes earlier in the day to put my new clothes line poles in the ground. More on why we didn't get them into the ground later. I am fine, but my entire left side hurts and my lower back is killing me. Every time I say to Marty "My back hurts" or "I wonder why my foot really hurts" or even "Look at this bruise" he says "You fell into a hole!"