Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The strangeness of strangers.

They aren't really strangers. They are neighbors that are strangers. Yeah we know who they are. Hubs even graduated from high schol with the wife (and is a facebook friend.) I haven't spoken to them at all during the 3 years we have lived here. The one time he spoke to the neighbor wife, we were trying to figure out where the neighbor son hid my son's glasses. He is a bully. So I told both kids to avoid him.



Meanwhile back at the ranch. Neighbor hubby mows their lawn at least once if not twice a week. They kennel 2 dogs in the same kennel at the same time, while they monitor my dogs water and call the humane society. They have a garden I am jealous of. I mean mouthwatering. Their yard is to die for and of course they do not live in a hovel.

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