Arghhhh.... Neighbors!

Well, she almost made it month before she started her "antics" (to put it nicely). Every week, the “Shopping News” is delivered to our doorstep. For those not familiar, it’s a newspaper with lots of advertising (garage sales, want ads, auctions, etc). Last Wed, I picked up my papers and read them then threw them away. Up until yesterday, the neighbor’s papers laid on the sidewalk. Yesterday it rained. When I pulled in the driveway after work, I noticed someone picked up the papers and put them on top of my mailbox. Knowing they weren’t mine, I put them on top of the neighbor's mailbox and went into the house. Within 15 minutes, the neighbor had gone outside and took the papers off her box and threw them onto the stoop in front of the door under my mailbox. I was on my way to an appointment and didn’t have time to deal with it. When I arrived back home, I picked up the papers and knocked on the neighbor's door. My intention was to tell her that while I found it thoughtful of her to give me the papers, they weren’t mine. However, the grandson answered the door and I gave him the papers saying “I’m giving you your papers.” He took them, said “Thanks” and closed the door. Within 5 minutes, I heard the neighbor screaming... Yes screaming! I don’t know what... then I heard her open her front door and heard a loud “thunk.” I opened my door to find the wet newspapers up against my front door. I was HOT! I picked them up and threw them back at her door and told her they weren’t my papers. I even said, “Thanks” LOL Then I sat down to write her a note:

Donna,

While I appreciate the classy way you tried to give me the papers, they aren’t mine. I know this because I picked mine up last week and read them. Thanks for being a good neighbor. Have a good one!

P.S. When are you going to mow the lawn. It’s your turn.

I was still stressing out over it when S came over last night. After a few choice words about her, he said he thinks she’s going through menopause... and that I need to find a place of my own. At least he got me to laugh.

I mowed the lawn on Friday, May 4th. It's now the 16th and she has yet to mow it. It's at least 6" tall now and will look like a hay field when she gets around to mowing it. In essence, it'll look like crap just like it did the last time she mowed. :(

I find it extremely interesting that during the time she had her swing in the backyard, she had a sign on it "Do Not Touch" (For more read HERE and HERE) because she had an unreasonable belief that I'd take a baseball bat to it (I still think that's extremely funny!) and since she's had it in the front yard, no signs... and ALL the neighborhood boys play and rough house on it. Yet she's afraid I'd destroy it. LOL

For more on this saga, click on the "neighbors" label in the sidebar.

UPDATE: A note was waiting for me when I got home for lunch. "When did you mow the grass? It doesn't look like it's been mowed since I did it at the end of April. My daughter told me the papers were yours. Sorry" I wrote on a post-it "I mowed Friday night after work, May 4", stuck it to her note and taped the entire thing to her door. I have to admit that I do find it funny that she threw the temper tantrum, only to find out she was in the wrong. LOL