Dear Dude in a big green ugly government truck:
That Chick you almost ran over this morning.
Dear Co-workers:
That Chick who is going to look into Clinical Strength Deodorant
Dear Guy in the white Suburban who tried to run me over this morning:
That Chick who still made it through the guard station before you. You loser.
Dear everyone in line to pass through the guard station:
That Chick who passed twenty-six cars as she went through the guard station this morning and didn’t even have to speed to do it.
Dear Co-worker:
Sincerely,
That Chick who is totally the Pam to your Jim, except everyone we work with is like Michael or Dwight and while I think you are great, I totally wouldn’t want to date you.
Dear people who live on my street:
At 10pm when my little dog wants to go outside and take a crap? She really doesn’t want to have four hundred people screaming and shrieking and acting like fishwives. Okay? My DOG behaves more appropriately than you people. When she’s looking for a spot to do her business and you start barking like you’re a dog? She looks at you like, “What the hell?” She didn’t bark back at you. She didn’t try to run you down. She looked at you in DISGUST. My DOG looked at you in DISGUST.
- Screaming anything involving curse words loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear is not appropriate.
- Ditto screaming anything that involves any sex organs.
- There is absolutely no reason to shriek, “Yeeeeeeeeeha!” at 10pm. None. Not one. You are not Bo or Luke Duke and Boss Hogg is not hot on your trail.
- Barking at a dog just makes you look like an idiot. Even the dog can recognize that.
- We do not need to hear your stereo. Or your television. Ever.
- Your children should not be playing in the street when it’s dark. Yes, it’s a residential street, but still, it’s a STREET. Which, in case you are like the guy who almost ran over me on the sidewalk this morning and you are confused, is for DRIVING ON. You have a front yard. You know, that place where you parked those twelve cars that don’t run? You have a backyard. You have a home. Your child should be playing in one of those areas. Not the street.
- Drinking 12 beers does not make you sexy. Or smart. Or anything except drunk.
- Telling your wife or girl you are sleeping with or whatever, to “SUCK IT”, while technically not mentioning any sex organs, is still pretty foul. Please stop doing that.
- Threatening to kill your brother or cousin or whomever is sleeping on your couch is also a no-no and probably even illegal in this state.
- Toilets go INSIDE the home. Yes, I see that you have decoratively planted flowers in the one sitting on your front porch. However, that still does not make it appropriate décor. Please reconsider this choice.
- Playing basketball at 11pm after you’ve had the 12 beers is not a solid plan for getting your daily cardio. Sadly, you have difficulty walking in an upright position even while sober. Lurching about, threatening to kill people, and vomiting isn’t going to make you feel the burn.
The neighbor who hates you
Dear Engaged Couple,
Not the way you want me to”
Also? Use “Love will keep us together” by Captain and Tennille. I hear all the cool kids use that as their wedding song.
That Chick
20 comments:
A toilet on their front porch? Seriously???
I don't think I've ever heard the song "I Don't Have the Heart"...just looking at the title, though, tells me that it's probably not appropriate for a wedding (and I'm usually an idiot when it comes to things like this)
I think these letters are probably my favorite type of post. . .or it's the ones about your kids that make me cry. . .or it's the ones where you tell a hilarious story about the correct label for body parts.
Sigh. . .I like everything about you!
I often don't know whether to envy you or feel sympathy. Your life is so interesting...but oi!
your neighbors digust me, as well.
Please move to my neighborhood. There are no toilet planters here, I promise.
I love the open letter to your neighbors. The Toilet Planter has to be just THE classiest thing I've ever heard of! And I thought we were rednecks out here :D
Your open letters crack. me. up. Like Red-Raspberry-Diet-Rite-coming-out-of-my-nose crack me up. Seriously.
I didn't know there were actually people who used toilets as part of their decor. Interesting. Sad, but interesting.
Oh wow your neighbors scare me! Seriously....but thats because I've lived it...not exact but extremely similar...brings back nightmares of some roomates we had when kelly was in school in AZ.....
Hooray for open letters! This was a good set, as usual.
Booooo for your neighbors! Try as one might, an old toilet will never fit the "Trash to Treasure" cliche.
Keep those open letters coming! (With neighbors like that, you have PLENTY of material. Sheesh!)
Love all of them. Each and every letter has a special touch to it that makes me giggle...
I need clinical strength deodorant too..
Love your letters. A toilet? Seriously? THAT'S special!! You and I should get together and compare notes on stupid neighbors that make me insane!!
You just made ME laugh so hard I peed my pants. Also? I love you Chicky.
great letters!
Can you please take a pic of this front porch toliet?? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!
Love the letters!!
I wish Pam and Jim would jump each other's bones already. That's all I have to say about that.
As always, I learn so much from you.
Dang!
Now I'm going to have to redecorate my entire front yard.....
COME to NC...NOW. Move away from crazy neighbors!!
I'm potty training LIttle Man. You want me to bring him to your neighbor's front porch? Just draw Elmo on the front of the toi... uh "planter" and Little Man should figure out the rest.
I love you for this: "You are not Bo or Luke Duke and Boss Hogg is not hot on your trail." even though I almost peed my pants reading it.
And the post... about Jason.... I almost cried. You guys are the most awesome, beautiful family ever.
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