Big Love

OK so my neighbor just walked past in her jammies, with wet hair, carrying a towel. Really? I'm confused about which house they all live in. There are three lined up here across the street and they seem to move between all three like rooms in a house. It's like Big Love only on my block. I'm expecting to see Barb, Margene or Nicki walk by at any time. Yesterday they were moving pianos (plural) from one house to another. I'm like, um, did you just see a piano go by? And Mark's all, yep, a baby grand. We go back to watching Project Runway. The guy carrying the detached legs and the piano bench doesn't even earn a comment. By the time the upright piano rolls by we aren't even curious. Just another day in Bethany.