If I, or my husband, catch you touching our Christmas lights again, I will not be responsible for what we do to you.
I can promise, it will be an un-fun experience.
As of now, you have broken 3 light bulbs (that I can see) and when I got home today and saw 7 of my lights pulled out from lining our driveway (and several more broken), I think small amounts of my brain burst out of my ears. I spent HOURS getting the driveway lined JUST PERFECTLY. Bushes done just right. Landscaping lined just perfectly. And now, Its uneven and NOT perfect.
I don't like you. At. All.
I really don't.
Stop touching my Christmas lights. Right Damn Now.
Get your basketball AWAY from my driveway and my lights. If you can't keep the ball in your own yard, take some classes on basketball. Same thing with your soccerball.
Really, in case you don't understand:
STAY AWAY from my Christmas Lights. Right. Damn. Now.
17 December 2007
Dear Neighbor Teenagers
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Um friend? It may just be time to move. Just sayin. ;)
How's about a nice fence with some barbed wire on top? I mean, it's Texas after all...
Oh Man. those kids need a good slap.
Don't you wish that you knew before you moved in that there were going to be nasty teens living next door?
Time to get kick-ass. Maybe you need to introduce them to a new sport that doesn't involve your yard - like cow-tipping. That way - they have to go to the country.
Dreaming What ifs...
How long 'til they go to college? For your sake I hope they're planning on post-secondary education a long, long, way from home!
guh. perhaps a fence that shocks them.
You had to clean up the broken lights AND the brain matter that came out of your ears? Now that just ain't fair.
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Hey there!
Mom's been having the same problem. But the next time their ball came over to our little plot of land - she kept it. Haven't been bothered since.
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