A few weeks ago the Neighborhood Guy (not to be confused with the Neighborhood Husbands) was here to fix something that the Neighborhood Guy specializes in. Talking to me and finding out the “symptoms” of the problem was crucial to understanding how to fix said problem.
Molly and I were sitting on the couch. Well, I was doing the sitting and Molly was nursing, as she is whenever she is awake, and sometimes when she is sleeping too. Neighborhood Guy is standing nearby, talking to me, saying how cute the baby is when he suddenly realized what she is doing. He yells out, “OH MY GOD! SHE’S FEEDING!!!!” as he ran from screaming the room. Literally. Gary and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Today a Neighborhood Husband called with a problem. He needed another Neighborhood Husband to come help right away.
Hopefully Neighborhood Husband was too immersed in his semi emergency that he didn’t notice that I have Neighborhood Guy’s number on speed dial in my head. How embarrassing is that?!?!?!?!