I honestly did not think it was possible for me to LOVE this neighborhood more than I already do. (no, seriously, The White Trash-iness grows on you!! Honest!)
Ex boyfriends living on the hill across the street from your house because their girlfriend’s parents have a restraining order against them. Potato launchers at 2 in the morning. People walking across the street with a rifle in one hand and a beer in the other at 11 in the morning. Having to open your window and yell at your neighbors to ‘SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY’ at 4 in the morning. Neighbors yelling “PUT YOUR TRASH IN THE BACKYARD BECAUSE I’M HAVING AN OPEN HOUSE TODAY AND I CAN’T SELL MY HOUSE WITH ALL YOUR TRASH” at other neighbors out of their car window.
Oh, the joy. The GREAT JOY.
So, imagine the happiness I felt when I woke up, opened the blinds and my eyes were assaulted surprised with this precious gem…
It’s just like my van! Only, with a broken windshield! And trash bags on the tires! And probably the getaway car in a serious crime!
It just keeps getting better with each passing day and I continue to ask myself “How DID you get so freaking lucky?”