The neighbors came home to glory of the trailer trash lawn and all the pretty pink flamingos. Sadly, they (the birds, not the neighbors) had to be uprooted for the purpose of covering the lawn with tents that were in dire need of drying out (that'll teach 'em to go camping in the rain...)
However.
Being the nosey creatures that they are, the flamingos lined up neatly outside their window, staring in, trying to see through the blind slats, watching all that was there to see.
However.
They were not content to stand there in the dirt outside the neighbors' downstairs window, and somehow found their way to staring into our upstairs bedroom window.
I feel so violated.
Really I do.
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