spy goggles

when we were little one of our favorite activities besides turning the house upside down hunting for papas booze, was using my grandfathers old as hell (might have been antiques) spy goggles. or as modern day people know them as binoculars...

well. this evening cath was transporting cat litter or birdseed to the back yard from her car and she happened to pass by the neighbors house and heard a shriek.

the usual neighbor, we'll call her stacey, seems to be out of town. there are 2 strange cars in her driveway.. we are not sure who they are, but figure they are house sitting. anyway... cath hears a shriek and looks over to the house, she sees the man with no shirt on, and a woman in the background wiht possibly no clothes on shrieking that she "wants.... ". she wanted something.....

so of course cath comes inside and we shut off all the lights and train my dads binoculars on the house next door through the teeny tiny entry way window. from what we gathered she was indeed nude as the day she was born, and he is standing in the living room with his track pants on..

it was a bit of a thrill to be spying on them unknowingly.. but come on... they have to realize that there are no window coverings on any of the dining room windows. wtf...

it made me think of the evening CR, LK and i giggled like school girls in brighton at the neighbor boy..