I didn’t do much more than raise an eyebrow when our new neighbor put a chesterfield on his front porch, and I raised two eyebrows when he moved an entire living room (complete with end table, ottoman, lighted plastic palm tree, enormous pot of yellow plastic roses and decorative wall thermometer) out there. When I […]

Best of all, the Wild Weed Whackin’ Woman isn’t out there with Yard Man. I dunno how I got out of it, but he never said a word and I’m certainly not about to argue.