Tsk, tsk- I know.

I love postsecret. As I snooped through the secrets from this week, I came across this one. I did not write it, but I could have.

I live next door to a truly foul woman. She barely says hello to us. She pretends that she doesn't hear or see my my kids when they greet her from the driveway. I talk to her eighteen year old son more than she does. My neighbor plants annuals each year. Tulips, daffodils, etc. Every year, I pick them. Not all at once, mind you, but just a few at a time. If she notices, she never says anything. Although, she probably wonders why I water her flowers.