Electric Sex In The Window

I tend to write an awful lot about my more 'eccentric' neighbors, but the truth is, most of the folks on my street are very nice people. Of course my next door neighbor Leann (who reads and occasionally comments here) and her family, and our neighbors on the other side are also really good people.

Then there is an older couple across the street. They appear to be nice people, when we see them we wave hello, but that's about the extent of our current relationship. Now these people don't know it, but they are my new best friends. I'm gonna start baking them cookies and we'll do each other's nails and I'll be at their house all the time and we are going to be BFF's 4-evah!

What have these unsuspecting stalking victims new best friends do to deserve my newly discovered affection for them? They didn't rescue my child or a pet, they didn't save my house from burglars or fire, they simply put this up in their window:



Lucky for you, I got this shot before my new BFF's called the cops. Isn't that funny? There I was in my front yard, after dark, pointing my camera with it's telephoto lens at their window, when the police showed up demanding to know just what the hell kind of Peeping Tom I am. I think we know how THAT story ends (just kidding, it's only a silly little temporary restraining order). These are the lengths I go to for you, Internet.



ANYWAY.



Now if you are not familiar with A Christmas Story, congratulations on coming out from beneath that rock. You've obviously found the INTERNET, let's go one step further and fire up Netflix, or watch TNT on Christmas eve. Better yet, stop reading this blog and watch this movie IMMEDIATELY. Don't talk to me until you do.