She is thoroughly reprehensible, and I bet her dog doesn’t even like her!
This woman is a big wig on our neighborhood's HOA. Our streets are being slurry-coated, an event designed for no other reason than for entirely inconvieniencing the homeowners. We all have to do a little dance with our cars in which, on Monday, all the homeowners in the northern half of the neighborhood have to get up at some ungodly hour to try and find a parking place somewhere in the southern half
of the neighborhood, and then walk back home. The process is then repeated in reverse a few days later. Well, I did my part and parked my car on another street. Later, I had to go get Donny from school. We parked on another street, and walked home. I did accidentally take one small misstep, with no harm done. We hadn't been home for a full minute before our doorbell rang. I was feeding the dog, so Donny opened the door. I went outside to give the dog her lunch. As I walked towards the door, Mrs. Bossypants was telling me, "I just wanted to remind you not to . . . " I turned around, and said, "Yeah, yeah, Ok." She had already started to leave. I pulled Donny inside and shut the door. She was at our house so fast, I think she must have been hiding in the bushes, just waiting for someone to commit some tiny infraction, anything to give her an excuse to assert her authority.
This was not the the first time Mrs. Bossypants gave me a piece of her mind, and obviously enjoyed it. I took Donny for a walk when he was 3, and he took a few steps on someone's lawn. She was out in the street like lightning, telling me it is "rude" to walk on someone else's lawn. And then, when we hired a private swim instructor for Donny, she was only to happy to tell me-first in person, then via email, and then via the HOA newsletter, that private swim lessons are not allowed in the neighborhood pool, THAT THE NEIGHBORHOOD PAYS FOR.
She is one big reason I can't WAIT to move!
She is thoroughly reprehensible, and I bet her dog doesn’t even like her!
This woman is a big wig on our neighborhood's HOA. Our streets are being slurry-coated, an event designed for no other reason than for entirely inconvieniencing the homeowners. We all have to do a little dance with our cars in which, on Monday, all the homeowners in the northern half of the neighborhood have to get up at some ungodly hour to try and find a parking place somewhere in the southern half
of the neighborhood, and then walk back home. The process is then repeated in reverse a few days later. Well, I did my part and parked my car on another street. Later, I had to go get Donny from school. We parked on another street, and walked home. I did accidentally take one small misstep, with no harm done. We hadn't been home for a full minute before our doorbell rang. I was feeding the dog, so Donny opened the door. I went outside to give the dog her lunch. As I walked towards the door, Mrs. Bossypants was telling me, "I just wanted to remind you not to . . . " I turned around, and said, "Yeah, yeah, Ok." She had already started to leave. I pulled Donny inside and shut the door. She was at our house so fast, I think she must have been hiding in the bushes, just waiting for someone to commit some tiny infraction, anything to give her an excuse to assert her authority.
This was not the the first time Mrs. Bossypants gave me a piece of her mind, and obviously enjoyed it. I took Donny for a walk when he was 3, and he took a few steps on someone's lawn. She was out in the street like lightning, telling me it is "rude" to walk on someone else's lawn. And then, when we hired a private swim instructor for Donny, she was only to happy to tell me-first in person, then via email, and then via the HOA newsletter, that private swim lessons are not allowed in the neighborhood pool, THAT THE NEIGHBORHOOD PAYS FOR.
She is one big reason I can't WAIT to move!
She is thoroughly reprehensible, and I bet her dog doesn’t even like her!
This woman is a big wig on our neighborhood's HOA. Our streets are being slurry-coated, an event designed for no other reason than for entirely inconvieniencing the homeowners. We all have to do a little dance with our cars in which, on Monday, all the homeowners in the northern half of the neighborhood have to get up at some ungodly hour to try and find a parking place somewhere in the southern half
of the neighborhood, and then walk back home. The process is then repeated in reverse a few days later. Well, I did my part and parked my car on another street. Later, I had to go get Donny from school. We parked on another street, and walked home. I did accidentally take one small misstep, with no harm done. We hadn't been home for a full minute before our doorbell rang. I was feeding the dog, so Donny opened the door. I went outside to give the dog her lunch. As I walked towards the door, Mrs. Bossypants was telling me, "I just wanted to remind you not to . . . " I turned around, and said, "Yeah, yeah, Ok." She had already started to leave. I pulled Donny inside and shut the door. She was at our house so fast, I think she must have been hiding in the bushes, just waiting for someone to commit some tiny infraction, anything to give her an excuse to assert her authority.
This was not the the first time Mrs. Bossypants gave me a piece of her mind, and obviously enjoyed it. I took Donny for a walk when he was 3, and he took a few steps on someone's lawn. She was out in the street like lightning, telling me it is "rude" to walk on someone else's lawn. And then, when we hired a private swim instructor for Donny, she was only to happy to tell me-first in person, then via email, and then via the HOA newsletter, that private swim lessons are not allowed in the neighborhood pool, THAT THE NEIGHBORHOOD PAYS FOR.
She is one big reason I can't WAIT to move!
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