I asked for your help with my back garden yesterday, and you gave me so many sexy suggestions that I'm pretty sure I can head out to some shops with a vivid picture in my head. I never get tired of how you come through my screen...
But speaking of back gardens, I'm still reeling from something that happened last week. I walked over to my neighbor's house to return the platter on which her little girl had delivered another homemade cookie just for me - swoon! - and found about six other neighbors in the backyard drinking wine and sharing a joint!
Maybe I'm naive, but it seemed so strange to me. They're all over thirty-five, all well-established and living in a highly sought-after studio neighborhood, and all parents! Whatever my personal views about weed, it just felt like it didn't exactly fit the scene. Does that make sense?
Then again, I'm always a little shocked when I get a peek into someone else's life and it's drastically different than what I expected, aren't you?
In fourth grade, I caught a glimpse of my teacher's black lacy bra under her crisp white shirt and I couldn't look her in the eyes for weeks!
In fourth grade, I caught a glimpse of my teacher's black lacy bra under her crisp white shirt and I couldn't look her in the eyes for weeks!
It's why I never look in people's medicine cabinets or bedside tables. And, remember: I'm a realtor in LA, so it is tempting! I may be naive, but I am definitely not a sneak peeker!
