Snoop Sisters

Mr. B and I were making our nightly rounds the other night with Casco.  I love walking Casco around 8 o'clock on summer evenings for several reasons.

1) I am a much more enjoyable person (for myself and others) when the sun is down and I'm not hot, and this summer the nights are cool enough around 8 for me to venture out without getting spicy.

2) Because the world is cooling down around 8, people start opening their windows, and when their lights are on inside, it's prime viewing time for me to see who's done what to the inside of their houses.

So, the other night, we're walking Casco, and a man who lives two blocks away from us is out looking at the sewer project the city's been working on.  Mr. B starts chatting him up about concrete and sewers and new home warranties (men!), and the man tells us he needs to get his steps replaced.  We refer him to our concrete guy, and he mentions that there's a house down the street the same model as his that just put in new steps - but changed the width of the steps - and that they've already talked to the people who did that house's concrete because they really liked it.

So we told him he was talking about our house.  And he says, "Really?  My wife is always looking in your windows and the other ones that are our model to see how everyone's laid out the furniture".  

And instead of playing it cool and laughing, Mr. B throws me under the bus.  "Oh, Emily is always looking in the windows of other models like ours, too.  I've had to drag her off your porch lots of times."  Sounds like the neighbor's wife and I will get along just fine.  I hope she likes wine.

And for the record, I only spy from the sidewalk unless I know the house is vacant.