I’m outside a lot with my neighbor. I mostly just call her Neighbor like it’s her first name because her name is Jen and I have like 5 Jen’s in my life and it gets confusing. She had a baby boy 8 weeks before me so we have a lot of conversations like this:
NJ: Hey, I got an exercise band so I can work out more.
Me: Oh, you did, did you get the ball with it? If you did I hope you got the large ball because I got the medium and it’s just perfect if not a little small and you’re taller than me.
NJ: No, I actually have a ball…well…it’s not really a ball.
Me: Huh?
NJ: Well, it’ s supposed to contour to my back….
Me: Interesting….
NJ: Yeah, but mostly I just flatten it.
Me: So then it’s like a yoga mat instead.
NJ: Right.
Me: I hate yoga.
NJ: Me too.
Me: Walk today?
NJ: Yeah, for sure. Text me later.
Me: Not if you text me first.
NJ: Right.
And we go back inside.
2 Comments
September 19, 2008 at 12:59 pm
Hahahaha.
September 28, 2008 at 7:49 pm
Aw, I hope I have a neighbor like that someday!