Casey and I live in a unique apartment building. I mean, I guess that could be said for any apartment building anywhere, but I like to think that ours is special. We have the staples to any apartment building...the pot-smoking neighbors who love to play video games, the crazy single mom who is always yelling at her kids, and of course the party apartment that everyone is always calling the cops on. But, we do have someone else...the crazy lady. Now, I know what you are thinking, what would an apartment complex be without the crazy lady?? Why is ours so different? Well my dears, this crazy lady happens to live on the first floor of the building connected to ours. She had a tiny piece of concrete to call a patio, but she does not stop there. She insists on making a fence in a 30 foot diameter around the cement block. That's all fine and dandy except for one thing. She apparently thinks that anything inside her little fenced in land is her own little universe. She has filled it to the brim with CHRISTMAS paraphernalia. Yes, it is April and it is still there. But, recently it was very windy and everything got blown around so I have for you exhibit A:
and B:Can you believe all of this?? I mean, how an I supposed to have any people over with this lady's crap making my apartment building look like garbage? (Not that anyone I know would care...well, maybe Morgagod...)
At any rate, this lady's garbage house really takes the cake...I would tell the leasing office, but then what would I complain about? And lord knows...I LOVE to complain.
Meanwhile, nice job on the thunderstorm last night mother nature/God...now I totally feel ready for spring!!