Not much new and exciting to report. Except that I won the neighborhood pool about one of our neighbors. What did I bet? $20 that he was the epitome of 'he was always so quiet'. Ie. - I presume to enter his home is not to exit from it. For serious y'all, I'm not even being incredibly charming, sexy, and witty this time. I have even been documenting the complete bizarreness of this neighbor to LFC and a few other incredibly well fashioned ladies for quite a while, long before it became news worthy.
I actually placed my bet when he moved in a year ago and I met him for the first time. When he was outside walking his dog in a small, what appeared to be a woman's, bathrobe. I should have increased my wager when I caught him digging in my garbage can about a month ago. But instead, silly me, I just called the police - again - because not only do I not appreciate a man in a completely unattractive robe on my property going through by discards, but also, oh! the ongoing stench that surrounds this person, his home, and thus my attached home two doors down.
This little tidbit here only scratches the surface of how bizarre this all is, and has been. Why, they don't even mention the apparent kidnapping attempt, ant killer used, missing roommate...much less the completely fabulous dress I happened to have on when Fox and ABC came a knockin'. Weird...
posted by Fefa @ 8:31 AM
8 Comments:
Cool... you can use the $20 towards another fab dress... or a baseball bat to ward off any other freaks in your hood. No candy from strangers, ya hear?
No need for a baseball bat, I've got looks that could kill. In fact...
Holy crap...that was YOUR neighbor?!?! Get you another pair of boots m'lady. You earned that $20. Though, I know with your fashion sense, the $20 will only cover the sales tax.
Oh my gosh!
-Emu
Sales tax, Spicy? We need to hit the Galleria, you and I. That $20 will only cover the valet nowadays.
This is more about us just going shopping than showing you new valet costs, I guess. Just killing two birds with one stone. And killer looks.
Emu - I know! Like, gag me with a spoon. I don't even know how to describe the whole thing, especially the smell, except to say it was indeed totally grody.
The word "grody" is so 90s.
Shopping, I can do. Killing birds...I'll pass.
To add to the 90's throw back phrase..."Grody to the max!"
Yeah, I've definitely got my 'Ricker' vibe going today. Everything has been so totally valley, it's like, whatever.
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