Swine flu and Mrs. Kravitz

Our wacky and lovable neighbor, Mrs. Kravitz, is hoarding for swine flu. She told me she spent $250 on hoarding supplies over the weekend in addition to the materials she still has from the avian flu scare and Y2K.

She asked if we were hoarding wine.

Well, technically, we ARE hoarding wine. But it's not because of swine flu. Furry Husband likes to keep bringing it home and it's a habit I really don't mind! I told her yes, we were hoarding wine.

She says she'll share her cans of Spaghetti-Os and Beef-a-roni if we'll share our wine when the pandemic breaks out.

K.

Sounds good to me! shrug. (shhhh. it's best not to argue!)

I don't think I'm going to tell her that our buddy in Mexico drove to CO this week for a business thing and he is bringing me some more little metal figures I wanted but couldn't fit in my luggage when we visited back in February.

I'm sure if I told her we were meeting up with someone FROM Mexico this week, her head would explode. Some things are better left unsaid.

Messing with her can be fun, but you have to know how far you can push to keep it fun vs. pushing her over the edge.

She sorta thinks our other neighbor, Greg, is a terrorist. Or she used to. I think that fear has died down a little. Especially since Greg, who is an electrician, helped Mrs. Kravitz to figure out an electrical problem in her garage.

To poke fun at Mrs. Kravitz (poke fun... a term used by my 7th grade teacher) I had a girlfriend who travelled to Egypt and brought me souvenir wrapped in local newspaper. The newspaper was in Arabic. I underlined words, circled words, put big exclamation points and arrows in red sharpie marker all over the newspaper and left it in Mrs. Kravitz's mailbox.

She called to tell me about it and that if I wasn't playing a joke on her, she was going to call the FBI. She's called the FBI before. When she thought Greg was a terrorist, she called them. She'd do it again.