Our neighbor calls and says he's making a coffee cake but he's out of flour. He asks if he can "borrow" a cup or so. Of course he can!
The wife and I play rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to take it next door. I win on the third game!
On a whim, I decide to go over our picket fence instead of using the sidewalk like a normal human.
As the tips of the pickets press into me uncomfortably, I make a mental note to wear higher heels next time!
He's very grateful for the flour...and I even bring him a little sugar to boot!
