Today, one of my young neighbors got out of the car that had been picking her up and dropping her off all summer long in such a huff that I thought the passenger side window was going to shatter from being slammed with such vigor. Clearly, summer love is over. There was a lot of, "no, you listen to ME" and "I don't care what you have to say!" - naturally, I pretended to weed in order to eavesdrop. I'm like that and I don't know why. The misery of others, the knowledge that my life is boring and simple, the humor in a teenage fight..yeah, it all brings me great joy. I am sure I was smiling from ear to ear.
She totally saw me spying.
<<<BUSTED>>>
"Can I help you?!" Ah! She was sooo rude and snobby. At first I thought...uh, rude (like what I just said)! Then I thought, no...speedy comeback time. "Actually. You can. I need some help with all these weeds. Thanks to the rain, this yard is a mess!"
"I dislike yard work." (Hmm, you apparently don't dislike having a fight in public...)
"Well, if you reconsider, I will still be here, weeding away, all night, and probably tomorrow, too."
"Trust me, I won't!" (front door opened and slammed shut...this chick has some issues. Quit slamming doors!!)
Crisis averted. I haven't been caught snooping in a long time. I wear sunglasses so I can spy without getting busted (except the day I out the clear lenses in and forgot...that was interesting). Ah, well.
While I was in the yard, I did notice that, after 4 years of being planned, my oleander is finally deciding to bloom. It's pink...who knew?!
In other news, they are developing the plot of land by our house. This means a few things. First off, I have to listen to the tearing down of trees on a daily basis, which upsets me because I love the trees by our home. Second, there are TWO TOWERS of cement blocks to be used as a foundation (our house has the same ones) at the top of the property. It looks like a kids fort or a really ugly castle. Finally, and perhaps the most annoying reason of all, I get to look at a port-o-potty outside my house. It's 90-100 degrees here in the summer (well, now) and the smell wafting from that thing is enough to make even the most iron-clad stomach twist. Now I know how I sound: whiny. I don't hate people (eh, yes I do) and the prospect of having new neighbors is nice (somewhat), but the construction process is always messy, half-assed, and inconvenient. Here are a few pics:
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| Castle Cinderblock |
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| Good morning, world! Let's go pee outside...and smell it from the house! |
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