Carol Strikes Again

I was just out in our front yard, admiring my handiwork with the rhodie and comparing it to the recent prune job on the rhodie bushes at work when Carol (the most friendly neighbor ever--in a good way) waved me down and said she had something for me. She came out with a platter of rice crispy treats. And she wouldn't let me just take one, I had to take two. It was rough but I handled it like a champ.

I swear if I just stood in our yard long enough she'd come out with some kind of delicious baked good.