Remember where we last left off, the goodlooking, but stuck up young yuppie couple have been fighting. He has sqealed up the hill in his mustang and laid fresh rubber on the street in front of my house. Previously, she has avoided eye contact with the "middle class" folks across the street by backing around her yard while doing yard work.
Last nights episode actually started late (possible delay from the Presidents speech or a weather report interruption, don't know, but the show was delayed 30 min.)
It's midnight, we have all been asleep for hours (seriously, my and my daughter don't feel good and hubby gets up at 5 am so we set the DVR to get Dancing with the stars AND Rockstar and headed to bed before 8:30)
My daughter comes flying in my room: "Mom the neighbors are fighting again and its bad this time. I get up and we are both peering out the window when he pushes her and she takes off running down the street. Smug Mr. Hummerhead stands there with hands on his hips for a min. then without a care, turns and swaggers into the house (he even walks like a jerk). So, I decided I am TIRED OF THIS and call 911. The operator asks me a milliom questions I don't know the answer too. Don't kmow their name, don't know if they are married, etc. She tells me a car is on the way. But because we live in such a convoluted, twisting, hilly neighborhood where you need to drop breadcrumbs like Hansel and Gretel, I am now giving the dispatcher directions which she is radioing to the cars.
Meanwhile Mr. Hummerhead comes out, gets in the Hummer and goes ROARING off. My concern is that they do this about once a week and its always after they've been out (drinking?) So now hes driving a loaded weapon. Don't see her at all.
Police come, go to the door, hang out (I'm now in carport smoking), they see me come over, ask me stuff, I tell them what little I know and they leave. They are not gone 5 min. when I hear a female voice yelling from the street behind our house (I am still out smoking), then the Hummer comes roaring back, he gets out, goes in the house, locks up, turns off ALL lights and that's it for the night.
I don't know where she spent the night. I don't know how she stays with such a Pr*ck. Neither one of them speak to ANYONE om this street. They are too good for the rest of us.
I intend to write a note today, put it in the door when they go to work saying: The neighbors are tiring of your midnight dramas, please either take them in the house or move. The police were here last night, so if you want to avoid a domestic violence or disturbing the peace charge, we suggest, you cool it. Signed: We need to lay down on Downing and SLEEP! (We live on Downing. Tony Blair is right down the street. Suprised he didn't hear the commotion)
No way they will know who its from. I never turned on the lights in our house last night, but I did see lights go on in several of the other neighbors houses.
But it took me another hour to get back to sleep and my daughter was up for 2 more hours after that.
We heard and saw all this with windows closed and ac on, so you know it was loud.