I've blogged about my Indian neighbors before. However, I don't think I was a thorough in my description and explanations as to why they are ruining my life.
Yes, they cook smelly food. But, I'm sure my food is just as smelly to them. The thing that gets me about their smelly food is when they cook it. How about 4am? How's that for smelly cooking? It's not good.
Whoa!!! I just saw a commercial with Mr. T and he is looking really old! Wow.
Anyway...back to my neighbors. Along with the food issues, they are mean. They never say hello to us. Instead, the mom yells at my cats and asks Ryan "What do you want?" when he stops by to offer them some cookies (long story). Whenever I say hello to her, she just looks at me. No response.
The other reason I'm bugged by them is grosser than food smells. We often wake up to the dad hacking up a lung every morning. It wouldn't be so bad if it didn't last so long. We are talking like 10 minutes of hacking. It's gross.
I'm off to bed. It's 7:30 and I can't take it anymore...plus, I need all the sleep I can get in case the smells or hacking start early tomorrow.
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Ok, so this has nothing to do with the blog you just posted but it is just an old london friend who had to drop you a line. It is fun to read about what has been going on in your life for the past few years!
- jess
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