Suburban underbelly
As you know, I write a bit about my adventures as a suburban warrior. If I told all the stories, I’d probably wake up with a cardigan tied around my neck and a duck head on my pillow. Or something like that.
Point being, there’s a lot that goes on among us suburbanites that might surprise you urban folks. I bring it up for a couple of reasons, but mainly just to point to Steve Huff’s blog and a post he put up today. It pretty much sums up life in the burbs. It’s a very quick read and includes the sentence. “Their next door neighbors are wife swappers.”
You’d be surprised at how many of your friends and neighbors might be wife swappers. Or maybe not. The thing is, unless they share that information with you, it’s not so much your business. At least, that’s what I’ve always thought. I’m not a prude in the least, but I kinda like not knowing everything about everyone’s sexual life. Including my neighbors. Or TV personalities. I guess that’s why I ended up really surprised when my best friend left her husband for a woman. I kinda suspected there was something going on between the two women, but didn’t know for sure and didn’t think it was any of my nunya until they told me.
Of course, imagining all this stuff about neighbors can lead to some very interesting suppositions and if done right, can lead to a multi-book deal with a big publishing house. Oooh, that reminds me, I better go write something down…
(Thanks for the link to Huff’s post…funny!)
I do wonder about all the different cars that regularly stop at my neighbor’s place.
And she is home all day, usually outside in a bikini top…
But, if she’s usually outside in a bikini top you know she’s not inside out of the bikini top, if that makes sense.