Our driveway has become a parking lot.
Bambi moved in last month and brought her moped with her. It's cute and little and goes about 2 miles per hour and she rides it wearing a Daisy Duke mini-skirt and a huge helmet. Most of the time it just sits in our driveway because Bambi works about 20 miles from our house and her boyfriend Hairy Guy (named by the Kiddo because "Dude, he's so hairy") picks her up and delivers her to and from wherever she wants to go.
Two days ago, another moped showed up out front. Eco Nazi bought one because apparently it's super cool to drive a moped and I'm pretty sure driving one automatically qualifies you for a PhD in environmental science. It would have been a crime for him not to have one, really. That night, he and Bambi ran out the front door wearing their giant Speed Racer helmets and came back 2 hours later proclaiming "We drove on the sidewalks!!".
So now we've got two cars and two mopeds parked in our driveway and our Indian neighbors are convinced there's an Asian motorcycle gang living in our house.
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