Friday Confession

One of my blog friends recently told me in an email that she thought I was almost perfect. Hmm. The fleeting feeling of flattery was quickly replaced by shame. I’m not perfect. Those of you who know me in the real world know this to be all too true.

So, I’m going to make a confession to all of you. One that will surely dispel any doubt about my perfection.

I am a prejudiced person.

There! I said it and it’s true.

I think my prejudices are the reason I so love living in the suburbs. In a neighborhood with deed restrictions. It keeps those we consider “less desirable” at a more comfortable distance.

Until recently.

You see, some of those “types” just recently moved into our neighborhood. They are ruining our little piece of suburban utopia.

How?

They show no consideration for those of us who like to sleep at normal hours – you should hear them carrying on in the middle of the night.

They have no respect for the property of their neighbors. Vandalism has increased ten fold since they moved in. Just look at what some of them did to one of our neighbor’s lawn!

They are downright mean. Our property owner’s association even had to send out an email to all of the residents, warning us to keep our children and pets away from them. I personally hope they stay away from our schools!

And they stink. And, I do mean a literal, one of the five senses stink. I don’t think they bathe. Ever.

I know you’re probably shocked to read all of this. I’m hoping this confession doesn’t make you think less of me.

Perhaps if I show you a picture of our new neighbors, you’ll understand.

Wild pigs. Noisy, destructive, mean and stinky.

What did you think I was talking about?!