I love this new house except for the neighbors on one side. They do not clean up their yard at all. Their front door is on the side of their house and we have windows in our living room that face it and there is a ton of trash out there. All along the side of their house and consequently, ours, are some packing peanuts, an old newspaper, a stepping stool, a DIRTY diaper, and some wooden boards. I take it that we will end up cleaning that up at some point. The grass is dead right now but I would be willing to bet that they don’t cut their grass very often during the summer either. They leave their trash can out by the street all week long. They never ever bring it up to their house. They just keep taking more and more trash and stacking it next to the big trash can by the street.

Then we have the issue of their dogs. I hate people that don’t bring their dogs inside EVER. The dogs live outside. What the fuck is the point of having them then? I never hear them outside playing with them. So, these attention starved mutts bark their fucking heads off 24 hours a day. I swear to God. That, in turn, makes my dogs go ape shit and want to go outside and bark back at them. My pit is so crazy and won’t come inside without much threatening from the evil mama.

That brings us to this mornings senario. I am outside at 8am in my tshirt and panties and flip flops chasing Mazzy around with a fly swatter. Picture that for just a moment. We have a privacy fence but I’m sure you can still see me. I would generally care if people saw me engaged in this type of activity, but with these people I seriously do not give a fuck. I hope they get an eye full of my blue panties and flopping boobs running around the yard. Yeah, that’ll teach em.