So what started out as a lovely evening last night quickly went in the shitter. Earlier in the evening two of my neighbors and I shared a lovely bottle of wine on our patio. We had a nice conversation and comforted a friend (who I will refer to as friend 1 for anonymity sake) whose brother-in-law passed away earlier in the day. My prayers go out to her and her family. After we killed the bottle of wine we bid each other fair well and went on with our evenings.
About 30 to 60 minutes later I was sitting and knitting in my chair when I happened to look up to see friend 1's boyfriend standing in the middle of the road holding the lead of one of friend 1's doggies. He stood there for a good 30 to 45 seconds longer after I noticed. He was looking down the street intently. Well I was like hummmm wonder what could be keeping him in the middle of the intersection like that so I got up. I opened my window and to my horrorification I heard the "woman" across (lives in the house on the opposite crosswise corner) the street screaming at friend 1 to keep her "f#cking dogs and their shit of her yard" (or something along those lines) which I might add I am pretty sure the woman doesn't own her yard but that is a research project I will have to conduct. Well I was drawn into it from there and things went right into the shitter from there. Now friend 1 is the most responsible dog owner I have ever known. She wears a fanny pack when she walks her dogs and picks up not only her own dog's poop but other poop she happens upon. Shoot the first time I met her she was placing a nicely wrapped poop bag into my garbage totter (it was garbage pickup day). The last thing friend 1 needed last night was to be attacked because she had a very crappy day with a death in the family and all. Oh yeah and the fact that she stood right there and when the doggie was done with the poop release she picked it up.
Well later in the evening I heard the "woman" across the street still running her cake hole about the events of the evening and at one point I heard her say and the "fatty across the street" did something or other. I didn't hear the tail end. I wanted to jump up from my patio and yell sticks and stones........ but I didn't. I half expected to wake up this morning and find some obscenity spray painted on the side of my house but then I thought she wont do that since she would have to look at it as long as she lived there cuz I wouldn't get it fixed until the war was won.
Life is never dull in a planned community development that is for sure...... Boy I think I really miss the construction trailer that use to be on the "womans" lot when we first moved into the house. ;-)