Last week, we had some new neighbors move in.
They live in the three bedroom apartment across from us, and from my count, I see 7 of them
Let me paint the picture;
The dad is about 45, wears Harley Davidson T-shirts with the sleeves ripped off, camo pants, a Nascar hat, and of course he has the redneck goatee.
The mom is dressed like she's straight from the 80's with puffy hair, and tight black jeans on.
The angry 15 year old son is full of angst, as evidenced by his huge screaming fit at both parents this evening. Of course, they patched things up with a family cigarette break on the balcony.....
There are two younger daughters around 12 and 9, and two other boys probably around 6 and 8.
I think Ali jinxed the block when she said how nice and safe our area was. Now we have our own version of Dog the Bounty Hunter just outside our window.
Ellery's first words will now be "Get me a damn beer, woman!"
2 comments:
Aw, that sounds so nice! Summer will be such fun!
A very old Southern saying.
You know...they sell Country Ham in shrink wrapped plastic that doesn't need refrigeration.
And some stone ground grits would be good too. You didn't have any of those.
Maybe a care package is in order.
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