To go ahead of the story, we've got new next door neighbors and I just a little while ago knocked on the door and introduced myself to the man of the house and welcomed him (them) to the neighborhood.
He's a young guy, maybe 30's, they've got maybe 30 kids from what I could see this evening, all is well. Just wanted to say hey, the neighborly thing to do. All is well. Just know I had a neighborly conversation with him. We don't have anything in common obviously, I was just saying hey and all went well.
What's actually happening over there is, they're having a birthday pool party for one of their kids and there's about as many cars over there as there was for the BS party at our house. Lots of kids and parents.
Here's the story - It's pouring down rain over here. Washed all of my rocks out into the street again. I'm out there in shorts and a tee shirt and I've got a wheel barrow and a shovel and a broom and got mud and stuff all over me playing with rocks.
A lady pulled into the driveway next door. I'd never met any of them so I figured it was the wife-mom, the home owners. From a hundred feet away I hollered, "Hey, how y'all DOIN?"
She took a long look at me, and snorted like a bull moose. She broke our stare and went straight into the house.
That was a visiting mom of one or some of the kids coming to the birthday pool party. She thought some grungy hired help lawn worker was trying to hit on her.
Yep.
But in any case, you can't pick your neighbors. You sure can't.
He's a young guy, maybe 30's, they've got maybe 30 kids from what I could see this evening, all is well. Just wanted to say hey, the neighborly thing to do. All is well. Just know I had a neighborly conversation with him. We don't have anything in common obviously, I was just saying hey and all went well.
What's actually happening over there is, they're having a birthday pool party for one of their kids and there's about as many cars over there as there was for the BS party at our house. Lots of kids and parents.
Here's the story - It's pouring down rain over here. Washed all of my rocks out into the street again. I'm out there in shorts and a tee shirt and I've got a wheel barrow and a shovel and a broom and got mud and stuff all over me playing with rocks.
A lady pulled into the driveway next door. I'd never met any of them so I figured it was the wife-mom, the home owners. From a hundred feet away I hollered, "Hey, how y'all DOIN?"
She took a long look at me, and snorted like a bull moose. She broke our stare and went straight into the house.
That was a visiting mom of one or some of the kids coming to the birthday pool party. She thought some grungy hired help lawn worker was trying to hit on her.
Yep.
But in any case, you can't pick your neighbors. You sure can't.
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