when i first moved into my house, i noticed that the tree in the front had leaves as big as a dinner plate, so it didnt surprise me when the neighbor came running out of his front yard to talk to my landscapers.
the landscapers were blowing all the leaves away, a gift apparently from the people we are renting from.
the neighbor,Whom we have never met, started telling the landscaper to clean his f-ing yard up, because my f-ing tree is messing up his yard.
so we never got off on the right foot with the neighbor.
i look in my backyard today and there is a pitbull walking around.
i have cats and children, im furious.
i run outside and yell at the dog, hoping the neighbor would hear me and get him.
he never did, but i scared the dog away
(no surprise to those who know me. i have no fear around animals because i havent had a bad experience yet. i know, i know, i will learn)
i decide to go to his house, and tear him a new one.
i throw my sweatshirt from last night on and ring the bell.
he answers the door (eventually) and after explaining that he also has a cat, begins to tell me how unfair he is to scare us, how embarrassed he is and that he doesnt blame me if i was angry (me? no! um,hi! im your new neighbor) and he just goes on telling me his life story with animals and how wonderful it is to have people live next door that are as patient as we are.
if he wasnt smoking, i could have listened to this forever,lol.
remembering the language and the temper from our first meeting, i had no idea who this was i was speaking to, and began to wonder if he wasnt a “podperson” or just trying to keep insurance low.
it then occured to me that last night my sweatshirt had a minimum of 100mcg of EST on it.
coincidence???
anyone?