Kravitz. Gladys Kravitz.

I'm officially a busybody. There. I said it. But, in my defense, it happened by accident. I swear!

Remember that house down the street from me that I was gushing about a while back? The one that was for sale, bought, then "transformed" when they trimmed the forest that was their front yard. The one that updated the house by decades, simply by covering the outdated 70's scrollwork posts on the porch with simple wood pillar facades. The one that has the groovy lil' brick terrarium thingy on the south side of the house that I envy so much. Well, that's the house.

The house is positioned at the end of a street where there is a stop light. Think of the house location as being at the top part of a 'T' shape.

So, I'm sitting at the stop light, waiting for a chance to turn right, when I see a Ryder moving van pull into the driveway. I think to myself "I gotta see what's in there." You see, I have a natural curiosity about people's taste (or lack thereof..after all, this is Texas, home of the country craft mall, makeshift "tea rooms" and grapevine wreath) in home furnishings, etc.

There I am, mesmerized by the contents. I see an end table, some framed pictures of some kind, then I think I saw a...HONK!...is that their sofa or an arm chair?...HONK!...Did I just hear a honk? I hate having to honk at people. Wait, I'm the one getting honked at! I was so wrapped up in seeing the contents, that I had sat there long after the light had turned green. DOH!