Well, I (we) have done it! We sold our house even with the prospect of someone living next to the sniveling Troy. He tried to undermine us, boy howdy, but we perservered.
To the person (people) who did buy our house, Troy is an excellant neighbor. He is a living, breathing example of a human, for starters. He has skin and a head, arms and legs. He puts clothes on and speaks a language. What more can you ask for in a neighbor?
After all of the griping, I am going to miss the silly little fool. And I can’t help wondering if he has a myspace account and is listening in on our conversations. What a jerk.
Anyways, toodle-loo my fine, feathered freak. Don’t you go all cryin’ on me. I don’t know if I can take it. I might have to punch you in your tear-smeared face, you big baby.
Note: Below is a picture of me crying……………..What?