So we have these neighbors. I'll call them the "Jones" family. It's tough to keep up with them.
Joe literally turns purple trying to keep up with what they're up to because every time we come home, we are faced with a new surprise. Whether it's the flatbed trailer blocking half the driveway, or the poor little homeless-looking dog they like to allow roam around our busy cul-de-sac, the Joneses like to keep us on our toes (not to mention our property values down).
Do you smell garbage? It's the Joneses, kindly depositing their reeking trash bags out two days early.
Do you smell smoke? Perhaps it's the used barbecue coals they've been depositing down the weather drain.
Wait a minute....I think I smell something new...
The only thing that could possibly make this better for me is if I had a picture of one of us sitting on it and giving them the finger.