You Mess with My Shrubbery, You Mess with Me

When I was in college, I did my fair share of partying. I mean, I wasn't a crazy party animal or anything, but I did meet Mr. MotR at a Pimps and Hos costume party. 'Nough said.

So I can appreciate the college days of drunken debauchery. I can appreciate kids just wanting to have fun and letting loose a little. I can especially appreciate this on New Year's Eve. I mean, that is the biggest party night of the year.

But here's what I don't appreciate. I don't appreciate looking out my window into the backyard today to see my fence pushed in and my bushes destroyed, presumably by the college kids who live in the house behind us who were partying to all hours of the night on New Year's Eve and apparently have absolutely no respect for other people's property and just allowed their guests to fall down into our fence (probably in drunken stupors) not caring at all for their neighbors and what they might think, not caring even enough to come by since then to apologize and offer to fix it.

Yeah, that's what I don't appreciate.

So, neighbor, you're on notice. I'm coming over tomorrow. And you will fix my fence. Or else.

Because I'm worse than hormonal. I'm pregnant, and I battle a toddler every day.

You messed with the wrong woman.