Ok, I did it. I left a super dorky note on the neighbor’s door yesterday inviting them over for cocktails next week, with my email address on it.
And I haven’t heard anything yet.
Which makes me think – what if they don’t respond? Awkward.
Oh well.
Bright side – Rogue Groom and I are headed over to Cat’s house for dinner with her and her charming husband. She’s making Cornish Game Hens, and blueberry pie with poppyseed ice cream. Le Sigh! Kindred spirit. So excited.
This, people, is what married life should be.
(cue laughter from my long-married readers)
What a ballsy move–and foolish neighbors, for not taking you up on your invite immediately!
Yep Lena, it’s going on day 7 and they never responded. I’m telling myself they’re CIA agents and this is their cover, so really they’re protecting our lives by not making friends. But I’ll tell you, if they come over to borrow a cup of ammo or my spare shotgun to combat rogue agents and/or South American drug smugglers, I’m gonna be like “Nope, you gave us the brush off, you’re on your own.”