I’ve got nothing important or even remotely entertaining to say today.
I’m feeling a little spent. I’m coming down with a cold, thanks to my favorite red-head, Kate. Now, it’s Friday and I may very well have to spend the weekend in bed just to get over it and be half-way normal on Monday. Still, not even a cold will keep me from going out to the new house and going over every square inch of it.
Because that is just the kind of freak I am.
We drove by today… our future neighbors (across the street) were inspecting their house (which is a couple of steps behind ours) and grilling the contractors (a HUGE - NO-NO!) as they gestured at their house and then gestured at ours. I understand their impatience, but come on, are you REALLY going to get somewhere by hounding the sub-contractor’s minions? Good grief.
All the while their daughter (looked to be nearly 3) and was trooping around picking up pieces of wood, she’ll probably end up jamming a nail into her hand or foot. Call me crazy, but I don’t allow Maggie to walk around the new house while it’s under construction. One of us always carries her through.
I don’t like them. I’ve decided that. My husband used to say that we should move out to the middle of nowhere so that I wouldn’t have to be around people, especially the neighbor-type of people. Which is totally unfair because I don’t have a problem with all neighbors.
Just people who seem to be inclined to offer unsolicted advice, overly cheerful greetings, or exhibit any other traits that annoy me.
Now these people strike me as the type who THINK they have good taste (but as quoted by Carrie Fisher in “When Harry Met Sally” - “Everyone thinks they have good taste and sense of humor, but they can’t all possibly have good taste and sense of humor.”) but in reality will only end up copying what everyone else is doing.
I like to be different. These are tract homes already… so I plan to do everything (within reason and budget) to set my house apart, look a little more unique than the next guy. I’ve already planned out how to beef up the skimpy landscaping in the front yard and my mom and I have a few other ideas in the works as well.
Which means if these jokers duplicate any of my efforts, I’m going to snap like a bad rubber band.
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My apologies for not keeping up and responding to comments lately, it’s been a really crazy week. I swear I’ll get back to business as usual next week, I promise.
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