Sunday, November 12, 2006

The morning after

My mother called me the morning after the party next door. She asked if I'd seen the neighbors and were any apologies forthcoming...

Yes, I'd seen the neighbors, but no apologies just yet.

Why?

Well, when they saw me, I was standing out by the road with a big hammer and a crowbar, whaling on the mailbox post. They probably didn't think it was prudent to approach at that moment...

On a related note: we really must stop joking about mommy being a homocidal maniac. I picked up an axe to show my son (we were about to start clearing some of the backyard) and he went screaming for daddy like a little girl...

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ha ha ha ha! The imagery!

S William said...

That would have been enough to keep me away for a while :)

kim said...

lmao too funny! axe weilding mammas are scary!

quinn said...

very funny .....I could visualize the whole thing.

( p.s. here is another little funny ...my word verification is fcoxy.) (( naughty))

nikki said...

your hubby's comments must be "so i married an axe murderer." ha! okay that was bad. thanks for the potty training advice.

Apricoco said...

he he he... you know this reveal is going to cause mental damage later. He he he....

Anonymous said...

I guess in the era of Desperate Housewives, everyone can be perceived as a threat:)

ablondeblogger said...

LOL! Too funny! I can see him having a life-long fear of axes and telling his therapist when he grows up that he was afraid you were going to kill him, lol!

Sorry your neighbors are so crappy. When we lived in an apartment when Amanda was a baby, we had a bunch of college guys living underneat of us that would do the same thing.

Rob would go knock on their door and tell them to shut up, but then they'd start right back up and ignore any future knocks.

So, we started making sure we banged REALLY loud on the floor when we had to get up at 6 a.m. while they were all sleeping, lol.

Jeff said...

College kids feel "entitled" to their parties. Not much one can do about it except Rosanne-style pranks.

Sayre said...

A little clarification for everyone - we have three institutions of higher learning here and consequently, a large number of people between the ages of 18 and 24. They all seem to like their alcohol and loud music and have been "invading" neighborhoods all around. Because they were so disruptive, the Party Patrol was born. Yes, the police department actually has a division that is dedicated to responding to loud party calls. I'm not sure of the exact progression, but somewhere after three calls the party house is put on a list. Any more calls for that house begins resulting in hefty fines for the owner. Needless to say, once a tenant starts costing the owner money, they get evicted. That's why my threat of calling the party patrol was so effective. That house was already on the list!