The kind of infidelity my husband has to worry about.

We have this cute neighbor who sits in a lawn chair in his garage a lot. He's an elderly guy, and always calls out a hello when I walk past his house with the dogs.

Note that when you're friendly and old, you can get away with sitting in a lawn chair in your driveway. When you're my scary neighbor Creepy Chuck, sitting in a lawn chair in your driveway seems to be 1 step away from "It puts the lotion on its skin."

Anyway.

Today, Cute Neighbor Man was raking leaves. He had a dozen bags lined up at the curb, and figured he had about two more left to fill until he was done.

"Well, your yard looks great," I said.

The corners of Cute Neighbor Man's mouth twitched. "Well, my grandson is coming from college for Thanksgiving. I want things to look nice for him. I don't want him to think that Grandpa has gotten soft," he said. "You know, I'm 84."

And then I melted. My crush officially turned into forever-true love.

As I left him to finish his task, Cute Neighbor Man turned to back to me. "Hey," he said, pointing at me. "You have a wonderful Thanksgiving!"

Oh, honey. You, too. You too!