The Boy Next Door

So it's been a while since I've talked about our friend John Boy. And let's be honest, most of you have fallen in love with the boy next door of ours and I get asked about him frequently.

He has many lovable aspects, but he also just appears out of the darkness when we're getting out of our cars to talk for dozens of minutes about 4 wheeling, painting trucks or girls problems. We like being older sister figures for him, but you know the feeling when you're getting home from work and you're carrying a purse, lap top bag, groceries and the mail, while struggling to not lock the keys in your car? You sort of just want to get inside, dump it all and fall into the couch. But with John Boy sometimes we have to chat and chat and chat. And remind him to shower and comb his hair.

I was reminded of one of my favorite ever blog posts. I laugh so hard and this and was reading it to my roommates, when we realized, we totally fall into the last category: "Well Intentioned Social Terrorism". In the words of everyone woman in the south, "Bless his heart."

But I think I will take some well intentioned neighbors, especially since he drags our pail runneth over of garbage on Monday nights. Bless him.