Hell in a hand basket

Friday, April 25, 2008

I'm so going to hell.

The first of the repairmen were at our place Wednesday to fix the damage caused by the tornado earlier this month. R was at home on the phone with me while they were outside working. I asked what they were doing and she said they were talking to our next door neighbor Susan*. My immediate response? "You tell those guys to get back to work, I'm not paying them to talk to crack whores!"

To say we despise our neighbors would be a major understatement. Susan is the woman who once told R that she found a used condom on the ground beside her home but she knew it wasn't hers (Susan's) because she at least had the decency to throw hers away. She wouldn't want her kid stumbling upon it.

We are truly surrounded by some special people. The guy that lives on the other side of us once crashed his truck through our fence and instead of coming over to let us know he just left it there. We woke up the next morning with a truck through our fence. And he had the nerve to get mad when we called the cops. We didn't know who the truck belonged to, we just knew there was some random truck crashed into our fence. And his story about how the truck must have "rolled" out of his driveway is physically impossible to say the least.

Then there's the 14 year old who had a baby.

If the Year of Debt Free continues to fall into place as planned we can hopefully be out of there within a year.

I just hope we can survive it. These people seem to be getting crazier.

* name changed to protect the stupid.