Do the workers next door really have to sit right on the hill overlooking my house and stare right into the bedroom of my three year old??? We play in there all day long, and there they sit… Right outside.
I mean, it’s not like they are really that close, and it’s possible they really can’t see in, but it’s still fucking creepy. Go find another spot to eat your sandwiches, k?
Oh, and what is up with one of them ringing my doorbell last week??? Sorry, I’m not home.