I see crazy people...next door
I am convinced that the house next door has some kind of curse on it that all the people who live there must be crazy. When I was really little there was the crazy old lady, then there was the crazy boyfriend/girlfriend who always fought (which my mother did leave me with her to be baby-sat), then there was the crazy sisters with the crazy boyfriend who got his dog neutered and had fake nuts put in. Now there is the crazy single mom with her pitbull who thinks it is just so great that Emma Rae (her dog with a middle name!) and my 'rents dog, Xena run back and forth from one side of the fence to the other bark and howling like a bunch of freaking maniacs.
Well as tradition holds up I am out there doing dog poo duty this month and so while I'm gathering piles of dog poo she decides to let her dog out so they can play psycho across the yard. In the midst of their barking and howling she is trying to hold a conversation with me about the kind of food and the quantity she gives Emma Rae. Like honestly, do I really care? Then she proceeds to ask me how much Xena weighs and if she's lost weight and what we're feeding her. I DON'T CARE!!! She ain't my dog lady and the only reason I'm stuck out here with you picking up her crap is so that I don't have to pay rent.
Thankfully, she gets the gist that I don't really want to have a conversation with her while I'm doing this rather unpleasant chore and brings Emma inside. She then comes out and tells me that her son, Dakota, must think that there is a ice cube fairy who fills up the tray on its own and if I could spare her some ice. So I gotta put down the dang rack to get her to go away. FINE! But! It can't stop there because she lets Emma and Xena go running back and forth again...Then, she has the audacity to say, "Oh, Xena is stepping in poopies..." I wanted to scream!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, she wouldn't be if ya just took your dang dog inside and let me do what I gotta do.
Aggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!