I decided to get my mail from my curbside box when I came home despite my new next door neighbors’ open garage door — my anxieties and whatnot. Out popped an nice older lady and we chatted briefly, thinking she was the new neighbor and tell me about her husband, etc. And I made the mistake of letting her know I live alone.
Turns out she’s the mother of the new neighbors, and they are on vacation.
Ooops (don't be like me, Oppo).
Knowing moms being moms, she going to tell them all about me. Oh well, so much for minding my own business.
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