I often dream of leaving the city and living the life of a country gentlewoman. One walk around the block today has me wondering exactly what kind of message the Universe is trying to send me…
These folks must have read the book, How to get your lawn off grass and on to pumpkins.
This flyer, tacked up on a telephone pole along with a half-dozen other “lost pet” posters, reads:
Reward! For the return of our black plastic pony. His name is Shadow, our kids like to ride him. Stolen from the front lawn at 355 Sunnyside….