I step out of my door.....

and the first thing I am hit with this morning is the smell of shit! Sorry to be so blunt folks but I need to vent to y'all before my Italian temper gets the best of me and I go off and I figure I would blog about the good, the bad and the ugly.... The "Neighbors" once again have managed to get my blood boiling at an early hour.. If you go back a few months on my blog you can see that we have had issues with these "neighbors" {left dogs all alone while they left for a weekend and the poor animals barked all night /weekend because they were scared and lonely} the situation {we thought} was taken care of when a few of the neighbors beside myself let them know that what happened was unacceptable. They apologized and we all moved on.

***Little background - We live 7 miles outside a major metropolitan city....when you live in a mini city environment there is not allot of room for homes so you are kinda of stacked right next to each other and you see and in this case smell everything that is remotely nasty near by. I just wanted to let everyone know that I am not the "crazy neighbor lady"...this would not be an issue if we had a home and then 5 miles down the road we had another home. This cluster of homes are very close to each other. So it is hard to ignore stuff like this. We also belong to a home association so shit like this does not happen and everything is kept nice and neat so our property values {even in this crappy real estate market} somehow stay stable.
Anyway I guess a few days ago the home association came by to power wash their deck so obvi. things had to be removed. Well it has been three days now and our lovely "neighbors" have yet to place the poor dogs "poop" tray back on the deck so these poor dogs have been pooping on the deck - {because god forbid} they would actually take the poor animals for a walk. So their deck - which I have a clear shot of from my kitchen window is full of shit and the wind is blowing that lovely smell right towards...drum roll please...... my front door and into my kitchen were I spend 50 percent of my time...you know...... cooking and baking.

I am pretty much over it. I left a note on their door this morning. I would love nothing more than to speak to a live person but this house has very strange hours of operation. I think the kids {19 and 20} spend all night playing video games and sleep all day since they have no job, no school and I guess no common courtesy. Their mother is out of the country so it is not like I can speak to her...and to tell you the truth she is so socially awkward I do not know if anything we say to her really registers.

I would like to know what you would do is this situation. Because quite frankly I am running out of patience and ideas!

TGIF people !