Sometimes Karma hates me, but sometimes she's all, "You are so totally my favoritest blue-eyed brunette raising a kid named Alexis in Pittsburgh while running a itty bitty website." Yesterday she liked me. A lot.



Remember the whole swing set debate? I was all, "Should we buy one cause I don't see kids playing with them and I am not wasting my money." Many peeps tried to convince me that swing sets are the greatest thing since a cardboard box when it comes to entertaining a kid, but I was all, "Uh, seriously. The kids in this neighborhood do NOT play on them." I still stand by that. In fact, the next-door-neighbor spent a fortune on an impressive contraption which has been used TWICE that I know of. TWICE. In two months.



And with that, I had made up my mind to buy a playhouse (eventually). If Alexis really wanted to play on some swings, she was either going to have to make friends with the neighbor girl or she was going to have to con me into driving her to the big community playground about a mile away. It was all good.



Then a swing set walked into our yard yesterday.



Really. The neighbor from a few doors down was all, "My kids don't play on this thing. Want it?" and we were all, "HECKS, YEAH!" and then the swing set walked on over.



I don't know who is happier: me that we have kick-ass neighbors, husband that he has a project to work on, Alexis that she has a swing, or the dogs that they have a slide.



And, yes, I did mean to say "dogs" and "slide" in the same sentence. I'll bet a ton of cash that Meg plays with that slide longer than Alexis does.