Have you been reading my blog? I've attempted to remain somewhat anonymous, but I'm curious if you know about my intense dislike of you. It must be tough to read in black and white about the atrocities you have committed against this neighborhood, but perhaps it has been brought about a new-found sense of accountability?
Either way, I do want to commend you for the last three days. I'm glad you cleared your porch area off and discarded of the broken table and large roll of carpet. I give you bonus points for hanging the small wind chime, even if it's not my taste. Also, your backyard has dramatically improved in the last 72 hours, and I'm very happy you discarded of that beige leather couch your children drew all over with a black marker. (I'm not even going to comment on the nature of their tagging...you have some very disturbed children). The trellis with the plastic flowers is a nice pop of color, but I encourage you to look into planting some real flowers; it's really not that hard. I'd be happy to point you in the right direction.
And most of all, thank you for being somewhat quiet. I know we are only Day 3, but if I don't open the shades, I can *almost* pretend you are not there. So, please keep up the good work. By no means are we out of the woods (you are still very much on probation in my book), but I do want to emphasize some of the positives I've seen.
The neighbor in the yellow house
Think of this as the epilogue to Bridget Jones' story. Well, mostly. Bridget marries the handsome lawyer, starts a blog while on bedrest, and decides marathon running sounds like fun. Hilarity ensues.