Dear Jon,

Oh, you Brits & your whacky sense of decorum! This cracked me up (like a walnut shell) but then I was too terrified to show it. It came out more like a snort with a tiny piggy oink at the end. I suppose that’s better than guffawing, so much more lady-like, & besides, wearing a sign will do me no good in this suburban ‘hood. No one will see me. We can, & do, go for weeks without seeing a neighbor, but that’s just per regular clause in our neighborhood association contract (which is longer than War & Peace, but without those pesky Russian names). But I digress.

The bottom line is, all y’all are funny!

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.