Then I realized they had brought some of the more unruly neighbors with them. If any of you have ever met these ladies, you know what LOUD gossipers they are. Something was up!
Then they told me. They had heard about this:
I didn't make excuses. Yes, there are certain days of the year that we would willingly wring our neighbors necks and slowly roast them in the oven. Well, they left in a huff, squawking and shaking there tail feathers at me.
This happens in everyones neighborhood, doesn't it?