When my DH were first married we lived in an apartment in Atlanta, we had some real doozy neighbors. In one unit were 2 strippers named Stormy and Autumn. They had a little business on the side, too, where the men were frequent, brief visitors. I felt so sorry for Stormy's 2 little boys who would be sent out on the patio with a dry box of cereal to wait for mommy's visitors to leave. Then there was this whack-job who would clean out her fridge once a week and bring me all the stuff she was throwing away. Apparently I must have reminded her of a garbage disposal!
Then our neighbors across the way had a nasty little dog that every time he came near me would go at my leg like it was his girlfriend.
That was the last time I had to live in an apartment , thank goodness!
When our kids were little, one of our neighbors would put up signs in her yard with gems such as "Is this your dog's s@@t?" and hang it on the sign in a bag. She was a nut-case.
I love it where we are now on 5 wooded acres and I can't even see my closest neighbor's house in the spring and summer.
When our kids were little, one of our neighbors would put up signs in her yard with gems such as "Is this your dog's s@@t?" and hang it on the sign in a bag. She was a nut-case.
I love it where we are now on 5 wooded acres and I can't even see my closest neighbor's house in the spring and summer.