Mean Neighbors

I have nice neighbors.  Sure, the new ones who recently bought the one on one side seem to want to be on "Hoarders," what with the car permanently parked in their backyard and the mountain of boxes still in the carport.  But the neighbors behind us and on the other side of us have always been really neighborly (well, except the time the former neighbor on one side was attacked with an ax by his then-girlfriend's ex-husband).  Even when we've had a dumpster parked in our driveway, nobody has said anything except nice things.  We obviously are very blessed.

However, it would seem that not everybody in my family are so blessed.  One of Molly's neighbors is obviously the witch of the neighborhood.  She complains about everything and has called the city office to complain because during Molly's parties, her guests park in the yard (after the second letter from the city, I called the office myself and settled the whole non-problem).  She complains if Molly's dog barks (we're talking a temporary spell of 10-second barking) or if she can see the clothesline in Molly's backyard or just about anything.  She is just plain mean.  And she doesn't stop with Molly - she has actually gone to the neighbors on the other side of Molly's house and fussed at them.

Molly's neighbor wants a bush planted so that she won't be able to see the aforementioned clothesline, and I think I've found it.  What do you think? 

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The Good Stuff From Today:  Everley and Lindley time; Steve's burgers for dinner with the family; visit from Molly and Micaela; chatting about neighbor issues with Bill; 2 miles with KB