"WHAT are you guys doing?"  The crazy neighbour caught me outside touching up paint around the front door.  "Are you moving?"

I felt myself being cornered and saw my dream of telling her some crazy story like that I was taking a job in Botswana evaporate.  I managed to remain vague on the details but as the conversation rapidly slid further out of my control I ended up confessing that we were thinking of moving.

"WHAT?!  People are going to start making fun of me now!"

"Hmm … Why is that?"

"Because you’re the fourth set of owners that have been and gone since I’ve lived here!"

"Umm, how long have you lived over there?"

"Five and a half years!"

I’m just saying.