So, this is completely strange, but the neighbors that lived next door to us now live across the street from us. One day Rob was like, “So, it looks like the neighbors across the street are moving.” (Yes, that’s right, we don’t know their names). And then I realized that immediately after they were moved out the neighbors across the street started hauling their boxes and furniture over. Are you confused yet? Read it again. It makes more sense the second time.
We’re actually kind of bummed that the neighbors that previously lived across the street moved out. Not because we knew them or anything. I mean we exchanged a few words here and there, but it’s really just because they totally cleaned the place up. Yes, it bothers us when people let their yards and houses go to shit. It brings the whole neighborhood down! Never, never store large appliances or vehicles on your front lawn. These things do not count as lawn art.
We have no idea what the story is with the neighbors that moved from next door to across the street. We’ve spoken like fifteen words to each other. I think it’s some sort of communal living situation, because there seems to be a grandma, some adult kids and then some small kids. And like I’m pretty sure no one really works. Seriously, they are ALWAYS home… in their robes! I am not exaggerating when I say that every time I’ve seen the son or the mom outside, they have been wearing a robe. Yes, they have like sweat pants on as well, but seriously? The dude is like a chain smoker, so he spends a lot of time out on the front porch burning heaters in his bath robe. It doesn’t matter what time of the day it is, he will be sporting that robe. Every time I see him I think, YOU ARE NOT HUGH HEFNER! You can’t wear a god damn robe ALL DAY long! Not that I think it’s OK Hugh Hefner does it either. I don’t get the whole Hef thing at all, but that’s another blog entirely.