Meet the neighbors

Our new house is a town house. Renting is very nice but I will NEVER get the appeal of buying one of these things. Your attached to your neighbors. You cant do what you want with your yard. You have you pay association dues. Honestly, I think it sucks.

The place we are renting is very nice. Most of the neighbors are seniors. Its quiet. I have had more polite conversations about annual plants in the past week than Ive have in my life.
Maor has met our attached neighbors. They are not seniors. They are from Bolivia. Maor hasnt said anything about them besides that they are from Bolivia and are a little older than us. I have seen them in passing and noticed they drive cars with spinners and seem like the show offish type. My only interaction with them was when they cracked a window a couple days ago while we were having a BBQ and said, "Is it someones birthday?" and I yelled "Nope! We're just partying for the hell of it!"

Earlier this evening I decided to walk out on to one of our patios and noticed out of the corner of my eye that the neighbors lights where on. Being the nosy woman I am I looked in. Whatever room it was looked like a sauna room just by the wood. So I thought "Ooooo! A Sauna!" Then I saw the TV.....then I saw the neighbor in all his glory spread out in a lounge chair scratching his balls. It was not a pretty sight. I ran back in to the house and may never venture out on to that porch again.

Honestly, I have thoughts about seeing neighbors in vulnerable ways. Like Rob, the last neighbor who didnt talk to me for  3 years. Sure his mothers bras hanging on the laundry  all summer kinda killed any sex appeal. (I can say it now that we moved. The man did have some sex appeal. All female neighbors gave him 2 thumbs up. Especially while he mowed the lawn  There was a reason we had our "happy hour" picnic then.)

Im just saying now it makes me a little nervous that maybe Ive been a bit too loosy goosy about my shades being open.