This little neighborly exchange makes me so unbelievably happy, I don't even know what to do with myself. The icing on the cake:
I would like to file a formal complaint about several yards in the neighborhood... The woman at 138 has a saddle and stirrups decorating her mailbox. What is that all about? I, for one, am not a cowboy, do not like cowboys and find it horrifying how the cowboys treated the Indians and Tom Landry. That guy was the only coach they ever had. Once they fired him, he died. Was that fair? I find cowboys to be highly offensive. Don’t get me started on the pink flamingos in the Whitley yard.