Friday, May 16, 2008

Letter #523--The Neighbors

Dear Neighbor Kids and your Friends Outside in the Street, 
I don't mind that you guys are playing outside at 10 o'clock at night. I mean, you are like 13 or something so enjoy your childhood. I am a good neighbor. I don't call the cops on you when you are doing little skateboard tricks in the middle of the street (where cars are driving) or off of my sidewalk and I think it is funny to see you pull each other around in a wagon. I mean you are middle schoolers and, I'll best honest, it's funny to see you guys pushing the limits of safety. And I don't really think you are that weird when you put on a childs' dinosaur costume that is like 7x too small for you. Seeing you run around in that--I almost peed. my. pants. It's funny. 
But I tell you one thing, you little loud mouthed punks. If your frolicking in the streets wakes up my baby, I will (so help me God) hang you from a tree by your too small dinosaur tail. 
Neighborly hugs and kisses, 
The Lady in the White House on the Corner

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

LMAO, you are too funny!

Jenn said...

LMBO!!!

I need to write a similar letter to the neighbors across the street from me. Uncle Sam...the United States Army. Those fools run tanks and maching guns and shoot bombs at all hours.

If I come through your neighborhood, I'll look for the pre teen hanging from a dinosaur tail in a tree. (cause you know they are gonna wake up Pants one day.)