the neighbors

we've been told that the house next to ours is uninhabited and somewhat run-down. we were inclined to believe this when we noticed that the left corner of the front porch is precariously perched atop a car jack. however, yesterday i made a discovery that discredits the "uninhabited" rumor. behold, the next door neighbor!

nothing, to date, gets aretha franklin more excited than spying on hairball next door neighbors.