Potentially The Best Neighbors Ever

Any woman who has every temporarily lived in someone else's house will understand the joy in which I share the news that Andrew and I have finally found a place to live.

It was a long time coming.  We didn't get a lot of opportunities to look, but everything we did look at was either too small, too expensive, or too creepy feeling.  So we've finally decided upon a townhouse about five miles from Andrew's office.  That's a huge perk.  He's been commuting 80 miles a day for 11 or so weeks now.  

It has a garage and a laundry room and a small backyard - and those are all nice...  But possibly the best feature is the intrigue proffered by the mystery person who lives across the street and drives a hearse.

That's right - a hearse.

I simply can't wait to catch a glimpse of this person.  My brain has been on overdrive wondering at all the different possibilities.  I know it isn't any kind of mortician because when we saw the hearse parked in the driveway of our soon-to-be neighbor I noticed a decal of some sort in the back window.  I didn't get a good look at it on the day we saw it, so I haven't any hints.  

Maybe it's a used car salesman with a really great sense of humor.

Maybe it's a mother who's children wear black make-up and hardly notice the petrified faces of their classmates as they are dropped off at school.

Maybe it's some kind of bizarre chauffeur service.

Maybe it's the drummer of a grunge band.

The curiosity is nearly killing me.  So tomorrow we're going for a drive - just to see if we can catch a glimpse of the Mystery Driver.  It'll be the most exciting Sunday drive ever - I'm sure of it.