Uprooted from the deep South, Mrs. Hillbilly is now my neighbor. She’s married to, wait for it, Mr. Hillbilly. She is the ideal kind of neighbor to have. She likes to barter. She makes the best amaretto cheesecake this side of the Mississippi. She knows me well enough to know that 2 gallons of Organic milk would be one of the best Christmas presents I’ve ever received. And she doesn’t bat an eye when I tell her what adventure I have up my sleeve next.
Okay so she at least has the courtesy to turn around before rolling her eyes at me when I tell her what adventure I have up my sleeve next.
Between you and me, I think she just might be as nuts as I am. Probably why we get along so well.
