Once again, she came into my house without knocking on the door. She came in the door that leads to the garage, through the laundry room, and into our kitchen. She stood behind me without saying a word.
WHAT THE HELL???? Good thing she isn't a serial killer
I was pissed and proceeded to tell her that it was not okay for her to just enter our house without knocking. I was even more pissed about the fact that, at nine years old, she hadn't been taught that it is rude to enter someone's house without permission. A five year old who wanders into your house without knocking is cute. A nine year old who does it is just plain rude! And creepy!
I feel like the couple in the movie, Pacific Heights. My neighbors are like Michael Keeton in the movie, destroying the adjacent property and using psychological warfare in the form of apeshit craziness in an effort to force us into selling our house for an insanely low price. A genius move which is why I highly doubt that it is their motivation. Nope, they are just plain crazy.
Is it bad of me to pray them into foreclosure??? Lucky for them, God is completely ignoring my requests.
