dirty laundry

I'm returning from my long absence in the blog world (sorry, Her Bearings...) to voice a concern I have with the world these days.



It's a laundry problem.

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Sam and I are living/house sitting for one of his relatives this summer in a nice neighborhood. I say nice meaning that it nicer than average, but it is not the ritziest neighborhood you have ever seen in the world. AKA it is not Buckingham Palace, nor is it Versailles. Two places in which I feel a complaint of this nature would be valid.

A little aside before I start this anecdote: I am so grateful to Sam's family for letting us stay here this summer. It's helped out a lot with some unexpected expenses, and I really do love the house and neighborhood we are staying in.

That being said, we have a neighbor. You've had one before: one that mows at 7:00 in the morning on a Saturday, those who have the two dogs that bark at 3 AM (confession, that's me & my parents), or those who have loud parties on a weeknight. Maybe you've also had a neighbor that complains about everything you do.

For an example, say you decide to hang some of your laundry on your back porch. Your back porch that is shielded from side views by privacy fences. Maybe that said neighbor happen to walk directly behind your house, and happens to see some of your laundry on the back porch...which you only put outside for approximately four hours. That neighbor will then call your relatives who are all on vacation and tell them that "it is NOT appropriate to hang your laundry outside, that this is NOT that kind of neighborhood, and if you don't have access to a dryer, you are most welcome to come and use mine." And her reasoning behind all of this? She had "friends in town, and it was unsightly."


Give me a break. I envy her if seeing my scrub pants out on the back porch is her biggest problem.