A tweet from Renee reminded me of some good laughs I had over some neighbors that I had a few years ago while living in a cute little rental house in a quiet little cul-de-sac in a small neighborhood of my hometown.
One may about 4 years ago, my VBFF Alex and I moved into a rental house (owned by my mother-in-law, or MIL for short. But she wasn’t quite my MIL yet.) It was a cute three-bedroom rancher, with enough room for us to have our space, but not so big we couldn’t handle it. AND it was for an excellent price. It’s located in a working class sort of neighborhood, full of hard working people but little expendible income, pretty much exactly like us. Except for their quirks. Which were nothing like ours. (Which is a completely different post, and one I should totally write. What I learned while living with Alex!)
When we moved into the http://feaps.org/vardenafil house, we found out that the neighbors across the street knew MIL, and dude asked about us. She told him we were good girls, who worked hard and I was in school and Alex was working and applying to grad schools (like another job really). He let her know pretty much everything we did. When other cars were there overnight, and who knows what else.
Then Chris and I got married, and Alex moved out, and Chris moved in. And the neighbor told MIL that “oh, one of those girls you have living in that house had her boyfriend move in.” All judgey and holy. And MIL laughed in his face and said “yeah, she married my grandson and wow)) viagra generique so he moved in.”
Well, a few whiles after we were married, and good friend moved back to town and needed a place to get back on her feet. It was fun living with Chrissy, and that’s another post, too, for another day. But we freaking became the scandal of llkellogg.com the neighborhood. We couldn’t leave the house, together, separately, or alone, without some stupid neighbor peeking out the http://leonoraoppenheim.com/buy-viagra-new-york window and I’m sure speculating on only here viagra on-line what sin was going on in our house. Because you can’t have a roommate, we were apparently spinsters. Jesus.
So the guy across the street asked MIL about that one, too. All judgey and holy. And she laughed in his face again. Because WTF is wrong with having a roommate?
Oh, and the loud neighbor? Yeah, the people that lived next door were loud and obnoxious. It was an older lady, her daughter, and her daughters kids. When the daughter wasn’t yelling at her baby daddy in the middle of the night and bashing in his windshield with a baseball bat, the older lady was yelling at the kid and being downright rude. So yeah. That was a fun cul-de-sac.