Good fences make good neighbors
My neighbors on the south side of the LaLa have filed a complaint with the city inspectors saying that my addition’s windows don’t have fire rated glass. They do. But since we bought the house this family has been so unfriendly and belligerent that they take a little of the joy out of living sometimes. Or maybe not. Steve was such a diplomat, bringing them wine, telling the guy, S, that he would send him email updates on what the house was doing that week, and then you know, Steve left. And now the M’s have Rachel to deal with – and Rachel’s not a diplomat, nor will she bring them wine – but she will drink plenty of it and play her music loud – did I tell you that I have speakers on the front AND back porch and that I asked the stereo guy to give me an amp that cranks? Yeah well, here’s the deal – you can let the petty people with no lives get you down – you can let them try to ruin your day – but then again, you can proactively make their lives miserable and I kind of like that as a course of action instead.