Yep, that's the first line of the Addams Family theme. And it fits my blog topic for today.
Those of you who have followed my blog for a while know that I've written about my less-than-wonderful neighbors before, so this post won't come as a surprise to you. I've dealt with unruly kids, parents who think their children should be allowed to do as they please, a nitwit who claimed to be doing a survey (the most bizarre survey I ever heard--so naturally, when he asked to come in, the answer was a resounding no), a guy who demanded I stop feeding the birds on my patio because his dogs were eating the seed--he refused to keep the dogs away from the patio, and a property employee who is so dumb, she doesn't seem to know when she's being rude and inappropriate.
Now, we have a sourpuss of an old woman whose patio looks like the entrance to a secondhand store (actually, it matches the one directly across from hers). For some reason, she brings her dog over to our place to do its business instead of using the designated area, which is equipped with a bag dispenser and bin for disposing of dog poop. I've never seen her pick up anything her dog does.
This morning, she and the dog were so close to our front door, she had to move aside so Collin could leave for work. (She moved, all right--over to the bedroom window.) Her life must be awfully dull if she's hanging around here!
I know there are some good, decent, sane people living here...I just haven't met many of them!
We have chairs and a small table on our patio. We haven't used them since we've lived here. I can't imagine finding anything resembling relaxation on a warm spring or summer evening, the way I used to years ago, with a platoon of screaming kids practically running over us and the old gal and her dog in our faces. Nope--the only thing those chairs are doing now is collecting the leaves and trash the wind blows our way. Maintenance cleared that out yesterday, thankfully. I wonder how much in the way of dog crap they hauled away?