The Waiting Room

I am hanging out on my patio with the Boy. Husband is in front yard using the new weed wacker. It's finally quiet.

Fat Bastard had his annual summer party yesterday afternoon. For those of you who are not familiar, Fat Bastard in this guy who lives on the opposite side of my back yard. He is the mother of all nasty neighbors. He plays with this remote control car that sounds likes a swarm of hornets. The weird thing is that he is not playing with his kids. It's just him and maybe a couple of his buddies, all of whom are about 45 or so. Now, he has the golf cart that he uses in the back yard which is equipped with one of those novelty horns. Finally, he has been known to cut down shrubs and other plants that are in other people's yards. A few years ago, he cut a slice into a tree that is opposite J's yard and my yard, but not on our property; the tree belongs to another neighbor. This act caused the tree to die. So, there is this dead tree sticking out like a cow's ass in a sea of lush green trees. And all it will take is one strong windstorm for this tree to fall, most likely into MY house. Can you say "lawsuit"?

So anyway, the loud, crappy music began about 3 PM. By 5 PM, Husband, J and I were outside bitching about the noise. Then, the music changed to some oldies that one would hear at karaoke. So all three of us, started singing along, very loud and really bad. We could not stop laughing. I don't know if Fat Bastard and his guests could hear us. We didn't care. The more he played, the louder we sang!

Funny thing is, around 6 PM, the music settled down. Very unusual, becuase usually these parties don't end until 2 AM. Maybe it was our singing!