music is a nice touch, because, you know, we can all hear it as we're flying down the street, with our windows closed, because its 35 fucking degrees outside.
Lordy, it looks like a GE plant puked all over the lawn. And music? I have fantasies of stealing the clapper out of my neighbors wind chimes. This would make my head explode. My sympathies.
It's the Griswolds in miniature! Can you hear that music when you're in your house? Sounds like it drive the neighborhood dogs nuts!
I have to remember to get a video of my dad's neighbor's house this year. Your eyes will leak out of your face in terror and then your head will explode.
Lisa - I think it's just for the neighborhood dogs' benefit.Jill - My sentiments exactly. Two years ago. Now it's just "UGH. FUCK OFF."EDH - Do you think I could steal the clapper out of their festive scene, there, and that would make the nightmare stop?Anna - Thankfully it's two doors down so I can't actually hear that bullshittery inside my house, but it makes the dogs next door CRAZY and I can hear THEM inside my house.God bless us, everyone.Amy - I look forward to everything you just said happening. Send soon!
ISH! Now you know why bears (and other intelligent animals) hibernate. Today I went to the market to buy milk and before I could get into the place I was accosted by bell ringers and people with tables set up to pitch their particular need. On the way out I was assaulted again. I swear, I am not going out of my house (except to the library) from now until February. Seriously.
My reading comprehension sucks. I didn't realize these were actual neighbors! My sympathies.
We drive by a cute little gingerbready house twice a week. It's been the most tastefully decorated house - just the right amount of lights to actually *enhance* the house. I looked forward to driving past the house - this house more than makes up for the numerous light vomits in our town. You can hear my family mumble "vomitous" when we pass by one of THOSE houses. Imagine my dismay when cute house decided to add inflatable - gasp! INFLATABLE figures to front yard AND copious amounts of light vomit to every tree. So Sad.
[2013 update: You can't comment as an anonymous person anymore. Too many douchebags were leaving bullshit SPAM comments and my inbox was getting flooded, but if you're here to comment in a real way like a real person, go to it.]Look at you commenting, that's fun.So, here's the thing with commenting, unless you have an email address associated with your own profile, your comment will still post, but I won't have an email address with which to reply to you personally.Sucks, right?Anyway, to remedy this, I usually come back to my posts and post replies in the comment field with you.But, if you ever want to email me directly to talk about pumpkins or shoes or what it's like to spend a good part of your day Swiffering - shoot me an email to finnyknitsATgmailDOTcom.Cheers.