I live on a mountain. It’s mine. I live at the top…like a proper princess. Do you know I had to walk down the mountain to take this picture for you? This is love.
Across the street from the overachieving neighbors lives the Clown family. Nice people. Fine. Got my photo. Now I have to walk up the mountain. Crap. It’s really cold outside.
Half way up the mountain, I have to take this picture. These people miss no opportunity to light up their home and display hideous, gaudy, gigantic kitsch. No holiday is too insignificant. Every time I walk or drive by this home, I smile or laugh. Thank you, neighbors! 🙂