Friday, June 20, 2008

Hmmmm.

Now, I'm a thinkin' agin. Maybe it wasn't F-t-F. Coulda been Dave, the ex-cop, who lives 3 houses away and never runs the AC even when it's 100 degrees and SMOKY. He scared the crap out of my kids one sultry night in August, years ago, when Youngest Hawthorne had a friend over for his birthday and Middle Hawthorne had a friend over and they were all sleeping out in a tent. Dave showed up at 3 AM at the tent to yell at them to be quiet. I never heard them. Dave had his windows open. In August. All the boys came inside to sleep since he scared them so much I should call the cops on Dave sometime when he's cutting his grass. For indecent exposure. Shades of Occifer Dangle from Reno 911. If you catch my drift. I have already called Major Grey, at the Dare County Sheriff's Office, and left a message on his machine to call me back. There's a chutney joke in there somewhere. I want to know who the wussy-pussy is who can't pick up a damn phone and call me instead of calling the cops. Frickin' neighbors.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Do you fight with all your neighbors? As well as with waitresses in restaurant who don't give you five lemons, and anyone else that looks at you wrong? You seem like an angry person. Life is too short, honey, just too short.

Anonymous said...

Shades of Occifer Dangle from Reno 911.
If you catch my drift.
BWAHHHH! I'm so proud to have an upper generation relation who also knows about Reno 911. You go Auntie Rosie Girl!

Anonymous said...

And if I may respond to anonymous...Damn straight!
Angry? No, "honey." Life is as long (or short) as you make it. It's just very easy to be disappointed when simple things become so complicated.

Rosie Hawthorne said...

Anonymous, honey, I don't fight with any of my neighbors. I just comment and call them on their shit, dear. If you had seen how F-t-F had taken over the entire cul-de-sac and disrupted life as we know it when he was building his house, you might even have been a tad "put off." And I never have fought with a waitress for my five pieces of lemon. I just ask for them. I enjoy life. I embrace life. I exude joie de vivre. Go back to my December posts and notice that I bake every single day throughout the month to make Christmas goodies for friends and neighbors. I do this because it makes me happy and everyone appreciates it. Christmas Eve is rather special for me, since I deliver all my goodies to the neighbors and sit and chat with them for a bit. Truly, I am not an angry person. Sorry if you felt that. :)

BTW, you seem to have a bit of a twig up your ass.

Anonymous said...

I can attest from personal experience that Rosie is brimming with the milk of human kindness. I have looked at her wrong many, many times and have given her numerous occasions to have her wrath directed at me. She has yet to skewer me en brochette or toss me out on my ass. Which is a good thing, as I like to eat at her house.

Rosie Hawthorne said...

Awwwww, Ticks.
You're too kind.
I've never, ever wanted to skewer you, dear. And you are welcome in my humble home anytime. We love you.

Oh, and Xmaskatie, "upper generation relation?????" WTF? You make me sound senile.

But I love Reno 911. Your comment reminds me of the time a few years back when my kids asked me what TV program was my favorite, and I immediately replied, "Ozzie Osbourne." They thought that was cool.

Marilyn said...

Ooh, gotta love the Rosie Love! I can find no wrong with a woman who knows what she wants and expects it.