Sunday, April 15, 2012

Moldy Buns, Crotchety Old Men & A Sparring Paramedic

Tonight, at dinner, as the kidlet asked "why is this part of my bun green?" and I watched him and the paramedic spit out the moldy buns I had inadvertently served, I was truly thankful that I live with two guys. Had I lived with females, I do not think that they would have found my lack of observational skills amusing in any way whatsoever. Oops.

I am also thankful to find that the paramedic does indeed have a righteous indignation side as the kidlet recounted the tale of the argument over road hockey with our crotchety old neighbour. Yay! For guys who fight back... with anyone else but me. And double yay! for the for sale sign in front of Grumpy Pants' place.

I should also say that I am grateful for the delightful surprise today meeting another neighbour who started off the introduction with calling out "Are you the people who just moved in with the two dogs who bark?" Crossing the street and pretty confident that you could actually see my back going up, I was ready for that fight... how nice and refreshing that the woman who sweeps the street and looks really crabby is a dog lover! Her praise over the paramedic and how busy he is cleaning and working in the yard - and how much handier he seems that her husband - leads me to believe that I should also keep my eye on her!

And my favourite part of the day... when she asked where I found him and her not noticing our giggling avoidance of answering. ;-)