We're bad neighbors. Jerks. Butt munches. Fart knockers, if you will.
See, if you've been with me a while on this ole bloggy blog, then you know that our old neighbors hate us. I mean, hate us.
Take our prior
Despite that we smiled, waved, brought over little Christmas presents, and treats.. .
that sign was for us.
What did we do you ask? We had the audacity to have a water fight (this water fight in fact)
and water went through and over the fence. She was as mad as a wet hen. If you want to read about it because you must be bored to tears, then go here.
Take the other
If we're not considering that the falling leaves from our tree bugged her enough to put each.and.every.leaf back on our lawn every Friday at 4:00 pm like this:
(it was a BIG tree)
then surely I must be talking about the altercation between her and my husband regarding the giant, sharp, waiting-to-impale-a-little-kid pipe sticking out of the ground between our properties that my husband had the guts to touch. (Yes, I said he "touched" it).
(psst: it's that house behind that evil little boy)
The pipe was the neighbor's "property marker". It is "not to be touched".
(there she is! On Friday. At 4:00 pm.)
Let's just say that my husband is generally a passive, sweet little kitten.
Let's just say that this argument involved the words "bad grouchy neighbor" and "ridiculous".
And if you've been with me a really, really, ree-hee-heelly long time, then you know our place of residence prior to that one involved another spinster lady below us, who considered anything more than a tiptoe as grounds to slam the ceiling with a broom and call the office.
So, we suck, folks. Suck.
When we looked for houses, and we saw this one, and we realized we were on an island: no one directly to the left of us, no one directly to the right--
it was twoo wuv.
"We're saving someone the pain of living next to us", we said.
And imagine my surpreese, when all our neighbors have treated us so awesome. I mean, like the only neighbors we have (behind us), who have brought treats and called to make sure their adorable daughters can jump on the tramp after 8:00 without disturbing us, awesome. Like something on the doorstep half the time, awesome.
(your beautiful handwriting gave you away missy :)
Or this pan from whom I have dubbed "the lovely lady"
or the cards I've received that mean so so so so so much to me.
And last but certainly not least, the other lovely lady who magically appears with a little sumfin' sumfin' to brighten my day. Just for the hey of it. (Last week it was a big delicious banana-strawberry-fudge sundae. Seriously.)
So I guess what I'd like to say, (besides thank you. . .THANK YOU!) is,
We're not worthy, we're not worthy!