Just a quick note to let the world know our neighbors have not vomited on the front lawn in nearly two weeks. Progress. Sweet progress.
Also of note: It seems as if everybody in the development owns a golden retriever. The people across from us have a delightful five-month-old golden retriever who, near as we can tell based on our encounters with her, would much rather live with us than with her current owners; our next-door neighbors, The Vomits, have an eight-month-old golden retriever who quite likely gets to drink stale beer spilled on the floor; and at least two other neighbors have full-grown golden retrievers. It's an epidemic.
It's also worth noting that the previous owners are apparently unaware that mail can be forwarded. This is both annoying and amusing in that I really don't like receiving other peoples' mail, but I now know the girl who lived here before us likes slutty lingerie, Pottery Barn, and firearms based on her taste in catalogs. This knowledge may come in handy someday, although I seriously doubt it.