Not your average suburban mom. I’m more your typical, normal, commonplace, everyday, garden-variety suburban mom. With a thesaurus.

Friday, February 1, 2013

I don't even ask anymore

This is the lovely view out onto my front yard.

Welcome to suburban Michigan, y'all.  This is our neighborhood.  We have nice neighbors.  There are more families moving in as the original owners become Empty Nesters and choose to downsize.  My kiddos enjoy playing in the front yard with other neighborhood kiddos.  Just a nice 'lil slice of Americana, right?

Look closer. 

Whaaa?  Is that .... ?  No.  Why would ...? Hanging from the tree in our front yard?

Suburbia.  Because why *wouldn't* you have handcuffs hanging on the tree in the middle of your front yard?

("We were playing Jail, Mama."  Oh. Duh.)


  1. Of course they were. Better to play jail now and realize that making Toilet Merlot is not for them than to have to find that out later the hard way. That was my mom's philosophy.

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    1. Totally. One can never fully prepare for that epiphany :)


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