You know, the one who complained that we were too loud on a Sunday afternoon and that the smell of hot dogs grilling on our propane gas grill was bothersome to an asthmatic? And that our friends are "weird looking?" Granted, some of them are but the ones she was referring to were our FAMILY MEMBERS.
Saturday, she came over because our landlord didn't immediately call her back because our compressed air tank was too loud and it was bothering her 40+ year old son with down syndrome's ears. I could barely hear it inside the house with the windows closed- it sounded like someone was cutting grass. God knows she has someone cut her grass, so I'm not sure why it was offensive. DH only had it running when he needed it, he was redoing the front bearings on my car. He didn't use it before 8am and was done by 9pm. The drunken Lithuanians on the other side of her are way louder than us.
FFS, she's insane. She's going to love it when our child is playing in our backyard. Being an offensive child. It kind of makes me want to teach it how to swear (if it doesn't pick it up from us) just for that reason.
