Happier than a camel on Wednesday, Baby!!!!

So I know y’all are familiar with “The Neighbors…”

Tonight’s blog was SUPPOSED to be about the Rolling Stone cover photo and my thoughts about that, but this, my friends, trumps all of that, because it applies to my personal life…

I wanted to have them evicted by Labor Day 2012, and it’s 10.5 months later, but what the hell, right? They could have stayed on. And on. And ON….

Funny thing is? Three days ago, I was in the process of changing from scrubs to swimsuit and talking to my mom on the phone, and kinda hemmed up in my bedroom when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t trying to go answer the door in my scrub top and bikini bottom, so I just let it go. Johnny was on the deck, you know…shelling peas…field peas…we’ve visited that.

Day before yesterday, I got up to go to work, opened the front door and found a note stuck between the house and the storm door. The long and the short of it read, “We can’t get our friends to loan us their mower. Can we borrow yours when the sun is out and the yard dries up…”

Being neighborly, Johnny fed the Kubota its dose of diesel and mowed our yard, front and back AND their yard, front and back…While I was talking to my friend Sandra on the phone, Johnny went out to re-mow some of what he’d not been able to get to due to the mud/swamp in our yard and came back kind of weird. He said that the neighbors were moving out. I was kind of thinking, “yeah…you said you saw them packing things into their cars earlier today, but…” and he said, “There is a U-Haul in the driveway.”  REALLY?  Don’t tease a girl…it’s just not right…

So I grabbed my phone and ran to the fence where the picket is broken and shot the above picture. They are NOT taking the sofa from the truck to the house…they are doing just the opposite!

All my silly mind can do is say, “HUMP DAAAAY! YEAAAAH!” like that crazy camel in the Geico commercial.

My friends are telling me to light a candle and hope that Satan doesn’t move in. Personally? I think Satan is moving out, but that’s just me.

Can I get a “HALLELUJAH”?

Thank you.

Don’t call me…I’ll call you when I am done doing my happy dance!!!!  Hump DAAAAAY!

Until next time….