More adventures with the jerky neighbor...

There are times when I really dream about being able to crack out the moving boxes in living over here after encounters with one neighbor. Yes, the same guy who made the crack about Clinton is back in her kitchen where she belongs. He saw my husband and I walking back from the carry out down the street, and asked, "Don't tell me your car was repossessed." For probably once in his life, the response left him with nothing to say. "No, he hit a bear with his car."

:-)