The Joneses

It's been raining here in Seattle. A shock, I know, but how am I supposed to get anything done in the yard when it pours? Today I braved the vindictive weather to scrape and clip the rocks clean and amazingly, it looks like the Joneses now.

Our next door neighbors have a remodeled period-home, a "poor-man's Porsche" (as my husband calls it) and an Audi. We named them the Joneses because they antagonize us with their idle threats to call animal control on us during the summer. Our mini macaw, Maverick is audible from their home. Muppet was a puppy last summer and when Mr. Jones was swearing at her from over the fence she barked "Hey asshole, I'm a puppy. What's your excuse?"

"Squaaaaak!"

I'm sure they regard us as "the kids next door." That's why I enjoy having my Harley visible from their bedroom window. It's covered in a horribly tacky blue tarp. The bike's for sale. Please buy it from me.

For Sale

Muppet keeps looking at me. It must be bedtime.

ps. The pope died today.

pps. Say the word "pontiff"three times. It's fun huh?