the bitch was back with apologies to Tina Turner

My crazy fucking bitch neighbor showed up yesterday. Fortunately, I wasn't here and Marc had to deal with her. She came and knocked on the back door to tell us 'as a courtesy' that she was going to have a fence put up between us. Good, Marc says. Well, I'm not good, she says, and get your vegetation off my property and out of my airspace (I'm paraphrasing here). And I don't want you mowing my property (?) as we don't mow her property though the last time Marc mowed he did a strip that was over the property line to blow our grass off her property and onto ours and Marc told her so, 'which is more than you do', he says. I don't do that (blow her cut grass onto our property with the mower), she says, which makes her a liar as well as a crazy fucking bitch because we watched her do it the last time she cut the grass over there. She went on about her bricks, she's tired of our shit, she should sue us to make us pay for half the fence (good luck with that), and everything everybody has said about us is true (?). Marc called her a lunatic and told her to leave.

I asked him if she was going to get a survey and she said no that she was going to go by my impermanent wrought iron fence sections that I put up in the back years ago to show her husband about where the property line was because he would spray Roundup back there and he had encroached on our side by about a foot. Well, she better get a survey because when I see the fence people show up that's the first thing I'm going to ask for.

I'll be putting the number for the sheriff on speed dial.

I was warned about her but unfortunately the warning came too late. We should have just gone to the funeral for her husband with whom we got along great and then gone back to the status quo, which was no contact with her, instead of trying to be friendly and supportive of her in her grief.

Oh well. How does that go...no good deed goes unpunished.