August 27, 2003
To The Crazy Neighbor Upstairs (yes, of peanut butter fame):
4 a.m in the morning is not the appropriate time to rearrange your furniture. Chances are, you will scare the crap out of the 3 year old that lives directly below your room, and force her parents to spend an hour trying to get her back to bed. If you do it again, there is a strong possibility that I will throw peanut butter at your door.
Sincerely,
A very tired and grumpy mother
What happens when an innocent bystander becomes a victim because of the madness. You could make a kid fat after he finds that stray tub of peanut butter or make a house pet choke to death after wondering upon a broken lid of sticky death. Stop the Violence! But keep writing about the old hag, it makes me wish I had a crazy neighbor.
Posted by: svenska at August 27, 2003 11:26 AMYou're right, of course. I can't resort to violence... I'll have to think of something else.
As to more stories about her: it's been about two weeks, and there is a plastic wal-mart bag by her car that appears to be filled with some pudding-like substance. We're all too afraid to pick it up so I guess it will sit there for a while. Eww.
Posted by: Shannon at August 27, 2003 12:24 PM