Is my house made of sugar or what?

 After a few weird prospects that I was afraid of looking in the eyes in case my psychic abilities would suddenly kick in and allow me to see the murders they committed, I ordered the man in the sky to stop sending me freaks. Friends are worried for my safety as they know it is quiet at night around here and there’s a river in front (for easy disposal of bodies). So that evening I asked the universe for a yogi flatmate as I figured the monk was a bit unrealistic. 

The day after I was sent a 28 year old Indian playboy who paints, plays guitar and whose father is a yoga teacher. Although, to make things interesting he (the master eye, always does this to me), also sent another Indian guy who practices yoga, cooks and dances salsa. Thank you for your effort Universe, I suppose that is the closest you found to my request in such a short notice (you still have to work on that winning the lotto deal, it’s now two months since I've started playing...just saying) .

As you know, I am famous for being impulsive (let’s move to Brazil next month- sort of thing) but also for my bad decisions in picking men (30daysforonlinemenshopping blog) so I decide to sleep on it. This is not someone you can easily dump, friends warned; they'll be signing a contract. (I get the fears and wonder if getting a flatmate is the right way to go after all).

I wake up knowing that the second man is the best option (if only I had followed this rule on dates).   

Easter Sunday and I am sitting in the yard  reading the paper while unwrapping my second chocolate egg from its fancy paper. Can't help feeling accomplished with the creation (making healthy gourmet chocolate is my thing these days). There are tons of kids running around, ok not tons, 3 but still they make as much noise as 10. They open the gate, close the gate, and scream like caged animals wanting to get in. Is my house made of sugar or what?

The squishy noises echo in my ears.  I could always play the weeds game with them and use these little creatures to clear the garden from the unwanted weeds that have grown over the winter but eventually their mum came to rescue me from the noisy mini people. 

Useless... as soon as she goes back inside they run towards my gate again. AHHHH go away.. In despair I throw them chocolate eggs, their eyes shine and they retreat...HAPPY EASTER!