I have new neighbors living upstairs...and such delightful people they are, too. They hog the parking spaces in front of my apartment with their two gigantic white trucks. They let their two tiny, yappy dogs bark all day and all night long. The man likes to spit tobacco on the sidewalks, and neither he nor his peroxide-blonde better half seem to think it their responsibility to clean up after the messes their dogs deposit in the grass. And this is just what I've encountered in the week since they moved in.

Oh, for a house of my own! Someplace small and charming that I can share with friends as Anne did in Anne of the Island. If only I had friends around to do the sharing...and if only we weren't all so set in our ways that sharing a house wouldn't result in certain homicide. Alas.

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