Life in the Burbs is not always the quiet, boring, meek and mild place you might think it is. Behind those closed doors, decorated with their fancy door knockers, real drama, real life is going on.
I may not look like one of the Desperate Housewives, can’t afford the personal trainer and fake boobs but if you weave the tales together of my friends and acquaintances, you could at least come up with a plot that matches up to any good soap.
Down the street a new house has come up for sale. The gorgeous Mama that lives there has her 4th baby going off to college. She kicked her cheating Hubby out and is moving in with her new female partner. You go girl!
Around the corner, not so sweet 11 year old girl is having a birthday party this week. She invited everyone in the 5th grade…except one girl. Thank goodness it wasn’t my girl, but who does that? What kind of parent allows this? Mean girls suck. Oh and PS. They grow up to be mean women!
Down the street our beautiful life long friends have been waiting for the phone call that may change their lives forever. These two giving, smart, loving people have been on the ride of their lives. For more then a year, they have been riding a rollercoaster of emotions. High hopes, incredible excitement, crushing disappointments. They are adopting. Now it looks like “the” call they have been waiting for has come!! I can not imagine the sweet agony of this waiting game they have been playing! Fingers crossed, prayers and positive vibes. Hoping this is the little baby that is meant to complete them.
Inappropriate Mom, you know the Mom that wears snakeskin boots, minis and tank tops to school pick up, switched Hubby’s with her girlfriend? For reals!
BFF came over and showed me her new boobs. Yep, I touched em.
Yes, as it turns out, except for the whole murderer on the loose thing, those Desperate housewives haven’t got anything on what happens here in the Burbs.
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Nancy C says
Too funny. I am suddenly finding that several of my girlfriends are doing the “mommy makeover” boob jobs/tummy tuck. I didn’t think people actually did it, they just talked about it.
Kate says
Oh gosh! Good luck to your friends with the adoption, I can’t imagine the rollarcoaster they have been going through, I really hope that it turns out well for them.
misszippy says
That’s a lot going on! But you are so right…there’s always a story. And, you NEVER know what’s going on just from the outside appearance.
Margaret says
I am sure my crazy neighbors could have a great red neck version of the desperate housewives lol
Sara @ Domestically Challenged says
Awesome. We have Innappropriate Mom here at school. She is…well, inappropriate. I mean REALLY much so.
Cara Smith says
Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t talk to many of my neighbors.
Randi Troxell says
sometimes… just sometimes.. i love living out in the country with not a soul around us for at least 3 miles!!!
lol
Ash says
have you got gorgeous men like in the wisteria lane? 😉
Allison @ I heart Change says
Wow! You could totally write a soap with all of that. I had no idea your ‘burbs were so exciting. All I have over here are escaping sheep.
Nolie says
WOW! Almost as exciting as my life on base. Well listening to a gossip story the other day I actually commented with “sounds like your sterotypical military wife”. Though I know why I watch tv. Makes me feel normal.
blueviolet says
Why in the world do we even bother to watch tv then?
Erin says
I wish that my neighborhood was that exciting. I just have white trash annoying neighbors with toilet’s in their backyard (oh wait, now he is storing it in my shed) 🙁
***Holly*** says
Too funny! I have actually made similar comments to my husband about all the drama in our neighborhood!
emily says
hahahha this is JUST what i needed this morning!!! i love that the one lady left her husband, dont love that one little one wasnt invited, but love even more that you are witnessing this all and spilling the beans with us! haha =)
Tinika says
Lmbo! I touched my best friends new boobs too after she got ’em.