So as many of you all know we recently moved into the new house. Ironically it is one of those neighborhoods were everybody is super old. Im talking 70 years and older.
I made the sad mistake of waving to the neigbor directly in front of us and an even horrible mistake of being invited into her house. She told us stories abour all 38 pictures she had hanging on the walls and course about her days of being a school teacher 20 years ago. When we went into the home of Mrs. Thomas around 4pm, as a direct result of taking out the trash, it was dead dark outside when we returned only across the street mega hung over with useless lifetime knowledge.
Well for the sake of argument Mrs. Thomas, is always sitting on the porch with her trophy dog ROOKIE the tiny freakn barking poodle is only the size of a turd pile.
Today was very unordinary, everybody is out in the yard. The drug lord next door, his entire crew is outside washing ALL 3 vehicles. 2 yards down there is a lady with more children than diseases on an african mosquito. I have not the first idea how so many kids come out such a tiny lady all of 4 foot tall with shoes on. Anyway they are playing mess up the yard laser tag in the front yard with there giant dogs watching them. The dogs of course rocking the invisible fence thing. Anyway, back to me: I am outside working in the front yard on the new flower beds.
I hear a voice like no other screaming, "you all think your better than me. Well im here to tell you, your NOT. Pride comes before the fall. Remember that it is already written."
Out of the corner of my eye i could see one guy from the drug lord crew looking up as well except he had that gangsta upset stomach face
As I have always said, ole people creep me out. Man or woman. I don't understand them; they want to take up all my time. Thus since that day inside the perimeter called Mrs. Thomas home, I dare not look over there. However, if my hubby waves then of course i will toss my hand up. But being real right now, anytime i leave my house i am GOING somewhere. I do not come out of my house just to wave to you. I really wish ole ppl would get a clue and stop tryn to categorize all humans under the same title as RUDE. Perhaps it is time to take a glimpse inward and work on that freakishly bad habit of talking until the audience is looking like 3 year olds that need to pee.
I am fully aware how this must sound and I have many more blogs about Mrs. Thomas and some of the mailbox runs she has caught me has gotten me into trouble at work, because i have been late. She went to the point one time of walking me back to the vehicle after i told her "Okay, great we will have to continue this very soon, as I am running behind schedule and may possibly be late for work".
Mrs. Thomas hops her retired happy go lucky ass in the passenger side and begans talking. So i did the next best thing i took here ass on to work with me. She had to call somebody come pick her up.
Nobody will stop this Rumph from making that money....
More tale's to come.....
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