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So we have new neighbors moving in across the street. Want to know how I met them?

By chasing Lexi through their pristine, beautiful new house.

Lex managed to sneak out while I was otherwise engaged keeping Sam from dashing out the back gate . . . and she promptly ran across the street and through the open front door of our neighbors’ new house.

I ran after her, wearing a black t-shirt, no bra, gray sweat shorts and pink Dr. Scholls.

But here's the thing about greyhounds . . . they're really freaking fast. Too fast to catch them when you’re pursuing on foot, especially while wearing pink sandals.

Luckily, our new neighbors were exceptionally gracious about the canine interruption. Either that, or they genuinely thought that the braless woman sprinting through their house was actually insane, and were afraid of provoking me.

Either way, I probably owe them a bottle of wine.

Posted 21 April 2005 at 07:31 PM