Dec 30, 2005 16:10
Dear Neighbor,
I know you walk around your house is a "Miss Blair Avenue" banner you made for yourself. Please put the tiara away and realize that we all hate you and your meddling nose. You had no business to steal my outside kitty and take it to the pound. The worst part is that you lied to me when I asked you if you'd seen the little guy. He was dehydrated and listless when I found him. Just because you don't like cats doesn't mean you have the right to rid the world of them.
And, I know our stove was by the road yesterday. We are not leaving it there until the trash pick up next week, and are indeed aware of the 48 hour limit on leaving trash by the road. You see, we tried to donate it, but no one would take it because it is gas. Then we had to unload it from the truck to get some lumber. We are in the process of remodeling our kitchen, and life is stressful enough without you talking smack about us to the other neighbors. Lowes will take it away when they deliver the new one.
Also, when I call you on your shit, please don't lie to me. It only makes you look like more of a heel. Even though I do get a sick pleasure in standing on my porch yelling at you as you walk by, it just makes me feel worse. If I didn't have to see you anymore then I think it would be best for both of us.
I really want to punch you in the face, but know you would call the police. I also would like to blow your house up, but I know you would call the police.
Sincerely,
Danielle B. Hovey