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...some dude just sped through my front yard on a four-wheeler, went around the back of the house, emerged with a dog, and drove back out again.
That was really really weird.
I'm going to assume that it was just my neighbor, because it was certainly my neighbor's dog (yeah, I probably would have said something if he drove off with my dog), but still. Oddness.
Have I said anything about my other neighbors? The ones with the crazy cow? I don't think I have, so I'll go ahead and share the insanity. I live close enough to town to not really consider it the boonies, but far enough out of town to where a lot of people have big yards and keep chickens and goats and things of a similar nature. Well, my next door neighbors are not some of the people who have a big yard -- the lot they live on is smaller than most other ones on our street, and on top of that it is split into two, with another family living in a house up by the road while their house is down by the lake. In spite of their small yard, they still wanted to get in on the farmyard animal trend. I discovered this early one quiet Saturday morning, when I opened the curtains of my window that faces their house. Instead of being greeted by the shining of the sun and the chirping of birds, my eyes met with the sight of this deranged cow trampling around their tiny front yard and ramming the fence between our houses with as much strength as she could muster. OMGWTFBBQ!!?! I think keeping your scary cows away from the sensitive eyes of impressionable young children is a common courtesy amongst neighbors. We've had people here who have had cows before, but they all kept them in the pasture across the street.
I shouldn't really say anything about what other people choose to keep in their yards, though, because at the moment I have several plastic eggs hanging out in my yard and they refuse to be found. We had an easter eggs hunt yesterday, and there are still four eggs missing. Arrrgh! I tried really hard to put them in easy-to-find places, pointed them out to everybody when they missed one, walked around the entire yard at least three times, and yet those eggs still refuse to show up. My dad is out mowing the lawn right now; I am afraid that he is going to run over some and get really mad at me. I tried to find them, I really did!
You know, I imagine that there are plenty of other people who have the same trouble with unfound eggs (at least I certainly hope I'm not the only person stuck in this predicament or else this would be even more embarrassing). They should come up with some sort of egg radar or something. Otherwise it's going to be ages until they are found again and by that time I don't think anybody is really going to want them any more (say it with me, now: "Ewwww!!").
That was really really weird.
I'm going to assume that it was just my neighbor, because it was certainly my neighbor's dog (yeah, I probably would have said something if he drove off with my dog), but still. Oddness.
Have I said anything about my other neighbors? The ones with the crazy cow? I don't think I have, so I'll go ahead and share the insanity. I live close enough to town to not really consider it the boonies, but far enough out of town to where a lot of people have big yards and keep chickens and goats and things of a similar nature. Well, my next door neighbors are not some of the people who have a big yard -- the lot they live on is smaller than most other ones on our street, and on top of that it is split into two, with another family living in a house up by the road while their house is down by the lake. In spite of their small yard, they still wanted to get in on the farmyard animal trend. I discovered this early one quiet Saturday morning, when I opened the curtains of my window that faces their house. Instead of being greeted by the shining of the sun and the chirping of birds, my eyes met with the sight of this deranged cow trampling around their tiny front yard and ramming the fence between our houses with as much strength as she could muster. OMGWTFBBQ!!?! I think keeping your scary cows away from the sensitive eyes of impressionable young children is a common courtesy amongst neighbors. We've had people here who have had cows before, but they all kept them in the pasture across the street.
I shouldn't really say anything about what other people choose to keep in their yards, though, because at the moment I have several plastic eggs hanging out in my yard and they refuse to be found. We had an easter eggs hunt yesterday, and there are still four eggs missing. Arrrgh! I tried really hard to put them in easy-to-find places, pointed them out to everybody when they missed one, walked around the entire yard at least three times, and yet those eggs still refuse to show up. My dad is out mowing the lawn right now; I am afraid that he is going to run over some and get really mad at me. I tried to find them, I really did!
You know, I imagine that there are plenty of other people who have the same trouble with unfound eggs (at least I certainly hope I'm not the only person stuck in this predicament or else this would be even more embarrassing). They should come up with some sort of egg radar or something. Otherwise it's going to be ages until they are found again and by that time I don't think anybody is really going to want them any more (say it with me, now: "Ewwww!!").