Saturday, August 14, 2010

Heidi-Ho Neighbor!

Remember Home Improvement?  I loved that show.  Never mind the fact that I had a huge crush on Randy (played by Jonathan Taylor Thomas), but the show was just genuinely funny and it was something my whole family could enjoy.  I swear, I thought my dad was Tim the Tool Man's long lost twin brother.  Of course, the other quirky little gem of Home Improvement was the Taylors' relationship with their neighbor, Wilson.  Whenever Tim (or sometimes Jill or the kids) needed advice, he turned to the wisdom of the man behind the fence.  There was a trust there and Wilson could always be counted on in a pinch.  Home Improvement wouldn't have been the same without Wilson and the top half of his face.

Now, I can't remember far enough back to recall if there was an episode that showed how Tim and Wilson were introduced, how their neighborly relationship first began.  If there was, I sure could use it.  We've lived in this town for just over two years now and really haven't established relationship with any of our neighbors.  Recently, I was contacted by one of my neighbors who stumbled across this blog only to discover she lived on the same street as me and that our children are of similar ages!  Amazing, huh?  She and her hubby were promptly kind enough to invite us to dinner.

This is where I started to panic.

What are the rules here?  Was I supposed to bring a dessert?  Casserole?  Bottle of wine?  What if they were anti-wine and found that offensive?  What if I brought a dish with an allergen of some sort in it and their son swelled up like a pufferfish and had to be rushed to the ER because of my stupid attempt at a gesture? 

In the end, I baked a veggie casserole and brought a bottle of my favorite local wine.  We had a wonderful dinner, the kids played well, and Isaiah screamed the whole walk home because he didn't want to leave his new friends.  We promised him to invite them over to play in his playroom as soon as possible.

Then I did something stupid. 

On my way to Target on Thursday morning, I made a spur of the moment choice to stop in and see if there was anything I could pick up for them.  In a classic tale of "action before thinking," I failed to actually process the fact that it was 9:00 am and I hadn't called first!!  Oh mylanta.  After I rang the doorbell and that horrifying fact finally reached my brain, it was too late to turn back.  I stammered and stuttered like a fool and eventually returned to my car feeling like a prize idiot. 

Clearly, I have no idea what I'm doing here.  Evan and I both think this family is great and we would love to get to know them better, but I don't know the proper protocol here!  Is there any hope of recovery from my idiotic move?

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