Earlier today I’m sitting out back and the woman who lives in the house behind us is watching me. I can tell because I feel that feeling you get when someone is watching you and sure enough, when I turn to look, her head disappears in her window. I’m in my bathrobe at 4 in the afternoon with a case of the most ridiculous bedhead and I’m crying. I see her and I wonder, what is she thinking? Let me backtrack.. Continue reading A little privacy please
