Sadie’s sudden barking this afternoon tipped us off that someone was on the front porch.
Upon investigation, a pair of giggling girls was spied skipping through our court distributing flyers to each of the seven houses.
Here it is:
I found myself tempted to traipse over to the makeshift drink stand the little girls had contrived just to ask for an Arizona Ice Tea.
And perhaps because I am of a certain age, the words Mystery Drink conjure images of the Grateful Dead’s famous parties.