96. Next Door Neighbors

I really don't know you. I don't even know your names. Sure, I wrote them down in my little address book, so I'll know who to address the Christmas card to, but I don't know them right now.

Your not really an obnoxious family. If anything I would pity you folk, having to deal with our family making such a constant ruckus. The only times I've ever been annoyed with you is when you held late parties on school nights. My window is the closest to your house, so the laughing and revelry carried into my dreams, most rudely disturbing them.

Oh, and your little yappy dog that seems to have an internal alarm clock that goes off right at one in the morning--that's the only other thing. ...but otherwise, the dog is quite cute.

I suppose you're friendlier neighbors than most. I mean, I've actually talked to you a bit, and you've visited to just come and talk a few times. ...but that eventually stopped. It's not your fault really. It's just the culture. Next door neighbors could live on the opposite ends of the world and not know the difference.