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March 19, 2008

Stacy: Picky, Picky

“Hi, are you Mister Roberts?”

“Yes. And you are?”

“I’m Mz. Shepherd with the HOA..”

“Christ, what now? The yard is mowed, the hose is put away, and the flowerbeds are neat as a pin…”

“Well, sir, it’s these poles in the front yard here.”

“They’re part of the FENCE, and as you already know, we have PERMISSION to build the fence.”

“But sir…”

“No buts, dammit! We went through the proper channels, there were no restrictions on the type of fence that could be built.”

“Sir, the fence itself is fine, but the severed heads have got to go.”

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Comments

I swear, I wasn't copying! :)

We just apparently feel the same way about neighbors - I've been asking for a sharpened, black, wrought iron fence since we bought the house. *sigh*

Posted by: Sealyon at March 19, 2008 12:54 PM · Permalink