The medical district is a blessing and a godsend ... and all I have to say is, "Write me a check big enough to get me into another house, and I can be out of here this weekend."
If that's what it's all about
Mama, if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out
Mm, I'm movin' out
Billy Joel - Movin' Out
Update: I was reading Blevin's Blog today (04/30) and ... now that I'm thinking a little more clearly ... I wanted to clarify something. In the big scheme of things, the best quality in a neighbor is the ability to mind their own business.
My issues aren't the garbage ... or the scrap yard next door ... although those are issues. My issue is this ... I keep my nose out of my neighbor's business ... and they don't appear to have the mental capability to offer me the same courtesy. There are only a few specific things that really piss me off. For instance ...
When someone is standing outside talking to a contractor, don't go out on your porch and stand there evesdropping just because you're nosey. If your neighbor hasn't asked you to pay to fix their fence ... or pave their driveway ... or mow their grass ... then keep your Rubenesque ass on your couch where it belongs.
Google that, bitch ...