In a new plan for my dog's bathroom scheduling, I decided that she should be walked right before she goes to bed to ensure no surprises for the morning (there have been quite a few recently), but this also means that when I walk her, I'll be dressed in my pjs. Usually, I don't mind this. Despite being at the front of the neighborhood on the main thoroughfare, I walk outside all the time in my pjs. They're nice pjs.
Only this time, when I went to go outside to walk Evie, leash in hand, I was struck by the waves of voices coming from my neighbor's house. The lights were on outside and they had a long table set-up and people were hanging around laughing.
Now these are my mean neighbors. They pretty much lose when I play Sweet and Sour Neighborhood Edition. The most I get when I wave or say good morning is an odd look or some twisted smile and an abrupt turn away. And while I shouldn't be surprised because they are two straight out of college men, I'm still offended that they don't make a concentrated effort.
So while their small party was leaking onto the law and a table of beer pong was in progress, I looked down at my Valentine's Day printed pajamas and at my dog shaved nude with a plastic cone on her head.
That's me on a Friday night. Stupid cool neighbors.
At least I wasn't talking to Evie. I tend to do that when we walk. That would've looked cRazY.
