As much as I blog about our neighbors, I'm sure they are Tweeting about us more!

For some unknown, random reason, my roommate and I have been designated the ghetto-dogs of our neighborhood.

Maybe it is because we have the smallest house on the beach. We drive the least expensive cars on the lane. We have like a gazillion animals.

Plus, let's face it my roommate and I like to consider any outing an adventure which can run afoul of our more buttoned-down neighbors.

And okay, we kind of blocked the entire lane with our four moving trucks (filled with ghetto knick-knacks). And yes, I did hit our neighbor's car the other week. And occasionally (alright already, everyday) we use binoculars to check out everyone's activities on the beach, And fine, the dogs bark at two air molecules colliding together, but that's what gives us character, right?

Uh, yah, their looks say 'not so much' when we drive by.

To make matters worse, as you know, I'm crafty and we really don't have a backyard so all my sanding/painting/metal-work is out front. Right where everyone walks to get to the beach. I'm sure they are hating the word 'power tool' right about now.

Oh, and we curb-alert our hearts out and bring (free, I mean you can't pass up free) damaged furniture home on a daily basis. Many times so big we have to wait for one of them to walk by and ask for help carrying the beat-up ratty piece to the 'repair' area.

Yeah, now on second thought, I can see why they hate us! LOL