The only children’s book I’ve read that could possibly rival The Egypt Game was Harriet the Spy. If for some hideous reason you decided to reproduce you need to buy both those books for your spawn.
Anyway, I’m convinced I have at least two gay neighbors and potentially a third so I’m all about binoculars right now. This one couple never puts their car in the garage and it’s driving me crazy. What is going down in there? Kinky sex with hustlers and plates of coke? Satanic rituals involving stray cats and photos of Martha Stewart? Whatever it is, it has to be more exciting than my life.
To accomplish this goal I’ll need to spend more time on my front porch with one of those highschool composition books.
