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New boots: nice. Leftover enchilada: nice. Finding out that when I leave for work in the morning, Guitar Solo goes down to the front door to cry for me: nice.....ish? Poor little rock star. She miss her fave audience. <3

Either the HOA sent somebody around to catalog neighborhood transgressions or one of the actual neighbors is an enormous damn busybody and hitherto a problem and a pain--we got a warning letter! I used to have two big terra cotta plant pots in front, and then a neighbor clipped one with their car and busted it up. That neighbor immediately contacted me to apologize, offered to pay for it, etc. Very kind. They're the family that has two beagles and Sammie, an enormously friendly neighborcat. We chat. It's not them. 

Anyway, the busted pot sat out there being busted for a month because eh, flu, tired, inertia, fite me. Over the last weekend I did what I'd been meaning to do all along, which was to re-assemble the pieces into a cool fairy-garden thing. It needs to finish growing it, but it looks pretty cool. This was before we got the letter, mind you. 

We also keep our trash, compost, and recycling bins in front of the garage, because everybody else does and it's easier and doesn't make the garage stinky.

THE FRICKIN LETTER IS TRYING TO COME AT US ABOUT THE BUSTED POT AND THE BINS.  A ten-day grace period and then $50/day fine. Can you fucking imagine.

We have neighbors who have fences made of old bed parts, dead branches, and traffic netting. We have neighbors who park in fire lanes right in front of the signs saying DON'T PARK HERE, THIS IS A FIRE LANE. One neighbor just chucked a couple of dead pumpkins into their yard to rot--not the back one, the front one. By the road. And naturally, pretty much all of them keep their bins out for excellent and well-considered reasons. If they didn't all get letters and we did, then there is a motherfucker afoot. 

*please imagine squinty eyes tracking suspiciously back and forth, I don't want to go gif hunting*

One must watch out for this motherfucker. Conversely, one might become a motherfucker if only to get rid of that damn trash fence.