cheetos, cheetos everywhere....

my regular readers (all four or so of you) are no stranger to the fact that i have some neighbors who are completely and utterly crazy. as today is mother's day - happy mother's day by the way - the crazy neighbors have crazy family gatherings with other crazy family members.

i've written on more than one occasion about the neighbor who we call "lazy ass". the one who parks her car in front of our house for days on end when there's plenty of good space in front of her own home. i think she does it just to spite us.

anyway - she and her husband have a bunch of crazy kids - and they in turn all have a bunch of monstrous children. which is why i found myself sitting here on my peaceful mother's day listening to these kids who have clearly taken a class in screaming bloody murder. at any given time i expect to look out my window and see one of them beating another with a stick but instead find they are just driving their big wheels down the steps.

that was - until the cheetos came along.

i don't know where they came from. but all of the sudden jeff was laughing because they had spilled the bag of cheetos they had been sharing all over the porch and steps. interestingly enough, they spilled evenly across 3 out of 4 steps. they almost look like someone poured them across each step. the kids were suddenly very quiet.

now i must tell you that i fought every urge that i had to take a picture of this with my camera. i was certain it was probably wrong. the sight of the bright orange across each step alone was something to see though.

so jeff and i sat here and watched as these five kids - the oldest of which may be five herself - contemplated what they should do about the fallen cheetos. the oldest was picking them up one by one off of the top step and putting them back on the bag (which was ripped all the way open). the rest just kinda watched for a good three minutes.

then the oldest went inside for thirty seconds. and came back out followed by grandma (aka lazy ass)and a bowl. it wasn't actually a bowl. it looked more like a corning ware casserole dish. but grandma instructed them to pick up the cheetos and put them in the bowl. okay. i can kinda see that. but when i realized that grandma gave them a bowl so that they would have a more stable container to hold their snack and watched the oldest sit down on the sidewalk with the bowl and start to eat the cheetos - i then lost my cheeto related appetite.

one of the boys chose not to eat the cheetos but instead chose to stomp on the remaining cheetos on the steps creating a lovely cheeto dust to go with the pollen dust. yummy...

and so these are our neighbors. i really hope a normal family moves into the unoccupied house next to them. we only have one set of normal neighbors on the whole block. we are completely outnumbered. and this scares us....