I’ve been trying to avoid clearing brush in the backyard for the past few weeks, so yesterday I decided to get started on my spring cleaning projects. Cleaning the deck was #1 on the list. It took me nearly 3 hours to scrub the tile, wash the glass railing, and sweep the cobwebs from the eves {I left the two mini bee hives for the HH}. As I was bringing my cleaning supplies inside {scrub brush, water and Dawn detergent} I received a text Message from my neighbor Gladys Kravits {aka: Mrs. Active Wear}.
Mrs. Active Wear is an avid Costco shopper and knows their inventory like the back of her hand. Heck, she probably even has spread sheets on her home computer for all I know. But, she’s a good neighbor. She doesn’t mind my chickens, she hauls my kids around every once in a while and she’s the only person I know who will bake 300 cupcakes for me with 24 hours notice.
But here in high maintenance suburbia, when you want to talk to your neighbor, it’s considered terribly rude to holler something over the fence {like most people do}. A text message is much more appropriate. Here is an excerpt of the message she sent me yesterday:
Seriously, like I would pay big bucks for deck cleaner. Doesn’t she know I have more important things to spend my money on?
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