Wow did this post get away from me! I started drawing about one thing and then totally went off on a stupid tangent. You know when you’re writing a letter and after a while your handwriting gets really bad?
These Drawings. Bad.
I started saying something about our upstairs neighbor. Girlfriend doesn’t even have the door shut behind her and her laundry is STARTED. Every day after work its a bee-line to the patio where her machines are.
Her noises are :
Clop Clop Clop (OR Stomp..)
Zzzzhweeeeek (sliding glass door opening)
Slam (closing the washer lid)
whirwhirwhirwhir. Its like, what do you do to your clothes at work and how do you get them off that fast??
She was reeeeaaaalllll nice…..
And then we shared a duplex with a witch. She was a nice witch about my age. She and her buddies would have a little Circle of Earth Love (or whatever) in the field across the street and then they’d congregate on the lawn drinking wine and listening to Enya.
And when we lived on the farm there was a very tall, very large guy who lived next door. His absolute very favorite thing to do was to water his porch.
Yes. The cement.
(Fricky the parrot was ALWAYS present)
To say they were eccentric would be a vast, grave, ridiculously inadequate understatement. They kept horses for other people and enjoyed letting them graze inside their fenced yard. They would leave the french doors open so the horses could come in and eat the apples off the diningroom table.
I say its all fun and games until somebody takes a car-sized dump on the floor.
She did a lot of screaming so we didn’t alert the press. Bur we did follow her to the front of the house and saw this:
One of the horses was in the swimming pool, upside down, and Aubergine (and her enormous dress) was trying to hold his head up. What the…?
Turns out the horse had fallen in (even thought there was a net over the pool. Idiots all around) and he was completely tangled in the net. The Dark Knight got him mostly untangled and sent a still-screaming-Francis into the house for scissors. She came back out with a giant butcher knife and passed it off. To me.
So I stood there like an idiot with a huge knife.
…aaaaaannnd thats where I realized I had gotten a little side-tracked here…..
Sorry. Come back again for more coherent thoughts….
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