I've got the neighbor from Hell.
Okay, I guess that you've been waiting to see how my weekend went. I have been beside myself. I was hoping that it would get better, but it's not. I just feel like I want to vent.
The "bachelor" has a playboy lifestyle...he always has someone different over there
(not that I've been paying attention). He invited us to a party at his
house on Memorial Day weekend, with people and noise--young women
everywhere. I think that they were in their twenties. I told Chloe
that I felt like I was at the Playboy mansion. She shook her head and
told me to relax and not be so critical. She was actually having fun at
that party! I told her that I think that he should grow up. I left early. Came up with the migraine excuse, and then once I was home, I swallowed a row of Girl Scout Tagalongs. The "Bachelor" is ruining my diet!
Philip tells me to mind my own business. Give him a chance, he says. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's my mother's instinct, but I don't trust him.
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