Mom, me and the non-existent dead gerbil, Marvin.
So, where my parents live there is a small road that leads to a cul de sac and my parents's drive comes off the cul de sac and contines about a 1/4 mile to the house. Across the street from the small road that enters into their area is a man named Burley Wayne (first and middle name, he uses both). He lives in this house with his son and next door to his house is a trailer that apparently his wife and the mother of his son lives. I am not sure why, but I have heard that her plastic cup collection is so large, she needs the space. Burley Wayne and his wife, Gene, have decorated their yard with plastic flowers planted in the ground and those plastic birds that have the wings that circle around when the wind blows. Like these: