"It's Just the Drugs, Dear"

A few weeks ago I was snapping pictures of beautiful leaves in our neighborhood. Every window in our house looks out onto a maple that has waited all summer for this moment.

"Tah-dah! Here I am! Admire me!"

So I do admire them. I love the trees in our yard, and in our neighbor's yard. Except I noticed something as I snapped this shot of Mary's maple through the sunroom window. (Ignore the dirty window, please. Thank you.)

Do you see anything interesting about this? No? Well, I'll give you a hint. Beyond the gorgeous little tree is a set of windows without shades. They are not in a house, they are in the neighborhood dentist's office.

And as I looked closer, I noticed that I could see the patient having her teeth cleaned. That wouldn't be such a big deal except that if I could see her clearly, well, you see the corresponding vice-versa.

What you don't see (because I forgot to take a picture of it) is that directly behind me is the doorway to the downstairs bathroom. That's the shower we run to in our skivvies when someone is already in the upstairs shower and we don't want to wait.

That means these drugged-up dental cases have been watching the MomQueenBees dashing for the shower half-naked for who-knows-how long.

As if a trip to the dentist weren't punishing enough.