And the World flipped on its end. Tonight Clifford and I have dinner with the neighbors. And I had NOTHING to do with it. Clifford made a friend.
Two things to note before you go oooing and awwwing over my husband-who-hates-people going all Disney on my ass by making a friend.
- We aren’t having dinner with the neighbors we completely hate and are constantly plotting against (for those of you who are familiar with my daily diatribes). So it’s not exactly like I need to pin a medal on my man for going above and beyond.
- Our relationship with all of our neighbors is more like something from The Burbs than from Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. i.e. This is going to be SO awkward. Continue reading
