Who's at the door?

Tonight we were trying to assemble the solution to our "no doors to cover the washer and dryer" dilemma when the doorbell rang. Mike suddenly blurts out "I think that's our neighbors!" I immediately try to figure out what we did to warrant a a visit--were we too loud? Is our yard not clean enough?

I opened the door and was greeted by a young woman and the sweetest looking kids ever. And she's holding this:

Yup. More cookies. Just like last winter.

She goes on to tell us she had been meaning to come over ever since we moved in but never got around to it. Apparently she saw Mike this afternoon and decided it was time.  And then she told us she spotted our newest neighbors walking around in their undies. Hilarious! She was so apologetic about not coming over but hello, have we ever introduced ourselves to the neighbors?

If you're wondering the cookies are pumpkin chocolate and totally delish. Have I mentioned how much I love our neighborhood?