Well, it is probably a good thing I am going back to Wisconsin and then down to Elliott, IN for a bit.

I have a cute neighbor across the alley behind the offices… I have noticed him before, he has lived there a couple of years, but he recently started talking to me across the alley from his window.  In his boxer shorts. Talking about horses and sailing.  POW.  Right in the jaw. Then tells me that “You know where to find me!  Just yell over!”

Now, I know as an adult when to let things be.  I know that mild flirtation is just that.  But when I start sitting in that window just on larks all of the sudden… well… Houston we have a problem.  The same problem a lot of smitten 12 year old girls have.

So we shall see what happens but I really need to put a lid on it.