I’m now home, and the grocery bill no longer brings lovely surprises.
There are other surprises, tough. A while ago, our old and rickety deck collapsed. Fell down like a house of cards. So we had to build a new one.
A couple of months after we were done, the neighbors next door tore down their new and shiny deck and started building an even newer one.
Now I come back and 3 more houses in the street are building new decks.
I never thought I’d be one of those Joneses people try to keep up with.
2 thoughts on “Mrs Jones”
I don’t want to nitpick grammar so I’m going to assume that there is a missing “h” in the last word of the first sentence of the second paragraph – and it’s not really a challenge to all your neighbours…
As long as you’re not the one trying to keep up, it’s all good!