I have a new guy in my life.
His name is Lenny and he visits me every day the sun shines.
He likes to laze around, sunning himself on the porch steps while I putter in my pots.
Pots, people…flower pots.
Yeah, he’s not much of a talker, but that’s fine. If I want noise, I’ll listen to the voices in my head.
He’s a bit shy of strangers. To be honest, he can be down right rude when my neighbors pop by to ooh and ahh over this spring’s bounty.
He turns his back and wanders off without so much as a ‘howdy do or by your leave’.
I really should talk to him about that; he’s ruining my street cred. I’ve heard the whispers…
‘Why does Rhonda spend so much time with Lenny the Lug, he’s so rude!”
See what I mean? Yeah, it’s time for a good chin wag with my fair weather friend.
The sun’s in and out today, so I’ll have to keep an eye out in case he shows up.
I’m running out of refreshment ideas though. (I wonder if that’s what keeps him coming back? The num nums?)
Well, I suppose I can mosey on down to my mailbox, which seems to be THE spot where the local buggaboos hang out.
I’ll just have to find a way to entice that crowd onto my porch steps; introduce them to Len so he can have them
over for dinner.
So, let me introduce you…
Leapin’ Lizards…isn’t he cute?