Neighbors

The crazy lady next door has an old-skool rotor-blade lawnmower, and a lot full of overgrown grass, weeds and plants. She cut [chikchikchikchik] a swath of it the other day, so she could sit in her lawn chair.

On the other side, last year's dump trip was preempted by a blue tarp.

One house further resides our favorite neighbor...



...who stopped by for a piece of cheese last night. She's old enough to wear an illegibly worn-down tag, but she rules the streets. Oooowwwwwww!

We would have loved to take this gangsta in, had she been abandoned. Unfortunately, her lacklustre parents will have to do for now. With the occasional piece of cheese from her friendly neighborhood dog enthusiasts.