A gray-haired woman in a red minivan just pulled up in front of our house, stopped there for ten minutes or so, then did a complete circle in our corner (which requires a pretty tight turn; we’re not in a cul-de-sac here), stopped again, then did it ten more times. Bizarre. If I disappear, her license plate number’s written on an envelope on my desk, k?
In other news, I have discovered the joy that is Mr. Clean Magic Erasers. I’ve almost eliminated all the little-kid fingerprints from our hallways.
