Neighborly Love

Hey, lady in the apartment two doors down from me...

Throwing food over your little back fence and into our neighbor's yard is tacky. So what if you're feeding rabbits or wildlife or whatever the hell lives in Betty's yard, Betty has to look out every night after dinner and see food thrown in her yard. You have a garbage can as well as a nasty boyfriend who looks like he would eat raw sewage if given the chance.

Rude, rude, tacky.

Btw, when I take my dog out back he licks clean your spatula that's hanging off your grill.

And I let him.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Jimmycat

My new neighbors own several animals (one being the most adorable pup in the world who looks like a little teddy bear.) Amongst their brood is a black cat named Jimmycat, who was born missing some bones in her front arms. This makes Jimmycat a pretty pissed off pussy (sorry, couldn't resist!) who generally meows and hisses at everyone. Except me. I don't know what it is about babies and animals but most of 'em love me.

Behold, Jimmycat (aka The Walrus):

And So It Begins

The neighbor is mowing his yard.

My Kooky Neighbors Again

Those who know me AT ALL are familiar with my disdain for anything involving lawn care (mowing, raking, snow shoveling), which makes me a thorn in my neighbors' sides. And although they are all wonderful, upstanding citizens of my community - and loan me stuff - they are all complete yard freaks. Doesn't matter what day of the week, what time of the day, or what inclement weather we are experiencing, I can most likely find one or all of my neighbors partaking in yard work. Sick bastards.

Today, it is sunny and a balmy 9 degrees outside. Two of my neighbors, whom I love dearly, have lost their ever-loving minds. Not only are they working in their yard, they are RAKING THEIR ROOF. That's right, they are RAKING THEIR ROOF. Maybe it was the horrified look on my face (most likely it was me standing outside shouting, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU CRAZY BASTARDS????") but they patiently explained how snow will melt and form ice, which gets under the roof shingles and...blah blah blah. All I could think was, WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING, THOSE CRAZY BASTARDS???

Thank gawd in all of this madness I had my wits about me and ran inside for my camera.

Truthfully, my neighbors are so wonderful and I don't deserve them. Their house is in much better shape than mine - with hubby's artistic flair and wifey's knack for being able to do ANYTHING because she is secretly MacGyver - I can only aspire to be as cool as they are. They even raked my roof.

I will sorely miss them if we have to move. However, I still think they need some form of therapy for their yard obsession...

Thinking that.....

I have the coolest f*cking neighbors in the world. My neighbor Greg snowblows my driveway every time it snows bad. During the last snowstorm, his snowblower blew up...so the neighbor across the street cleared my drive. Unbelievable.

Plus, John and Heidi loan me stuff like flour and lemons...and John loans Heidi when I have something going wrong in my kitchen and need someone with sick-ass tools. She's da BOMB. I'd marry her if she wasn't already married.

And if we weren't chicks and stuff.....