Jumping to conclusions

For New Year's Eve, Margaret and I went up to the new house of our old neighbors Twink and Graeme... in the SUBURBS! It always makes us nervous to venture out of the comfortable confines of the city... all those SUVs, curvy streets, and palpable angst gives us the creeps. I'm sure our old neighbors wouldn't have made the plunge into that seedy underworld if they hadn't found the killer house they got. Anyway, during the evening, the topic of conversation turned to seeing each other through our windows when we were next door neighbors. "Now that we don't live next door, I can ask you if you ever saw anything..." we were asked. We hadn't seen much... mainly the backs of their heads when they were standing in front of the bathroom mirror or eating at the kitchen table. We asked the same question of them, and they hadn't seen anything, either. Phew!

Although that reminded Twink of one time she had heard about a string of burglaries in the neighborhood where people were climbing in through open windows. Since it was summer, we were sleeping with our windows wide open and so she came over to warn Margaret about that. She started the conversation with, "You know, you really shouldn't sleep with your windows wide open." Before she could finish why we shouldn't be doing that, Margaret interjected, "Oh, I'm sorry. That bed is REALLY squeaky." Oops. How embarrassing that the neighbors knew that we... uh... um... oh, jump on the bed a lot... yeah, that's it. What I thought was funnier was that Margaret had recounted that story to my grandmother, too!