If the JW came before I had my coffee...!
How about "keep out. Obese nudists."
In a moment of peevishness, third weekend in a row of visits, I snipped out, I don't believe in God (wrong, was fed up with religion).
they made me their "project". When the new neighbors asked why DH and I were hiding in their garage one morning, we just pointed to our driveway full. Chairs were unfolded, coffee came out...those were nice neighbors.
Haven't seen them (knock on wood) in decades.
I have a very ratty terry robe, various pj's, and barn boots. And a back lane twenty feet from the coop door. I never knew those neighbors until I got chickens. I wonder if they'd recognize me at the grocery store in actual clothes and my hair not sticking out every which way.
DH was once in the habit of lazing around in briefs on a weekend morning. Until DS's gaggle of college friends - mostly girls - came in to pick up DS for an early outing. Thank god for throw blankets. I nearly laughed till I cried watching him sit there trying to be cool, with all those bubbly girls chatting him up and grabbing some coffee waiting for DS to get ready.
How about "keep out. Obese nudists."
In a moment of peevishness, third weekend in a row of visits, I snipped out, I don't believe in God (wrong, was fed up with religion).

Haven't seen them (knock on wood) in decades.
I have a very ratty terry robe, various pj's, and barn boots. And a back lane twenty feet from the coop door. I never knew those neighbors until I got chickens. I wonder if they'd recognize me at the grocery store in actual clothes and my hair not sticking out every which way.
DH was once in the habit of lazing around in briefs on a weekend morning. Until DS's gaggle of college friends - mostly girls - came in to pick up DS for an early outing. Thank god for throw blankets. I nearly laughed till I cried watching him sit there trying to be cool, with all those bubbly girls chatting him up and grabbing some coffee waiting for DS to get ready.