K. We have the BEST neighbors ever. The funnest little family known as the Granges: Cory, his wife Candy, and their daughter of three, Cadence.
They truly are like mana from heaven. Observe.
When I need my hair done, Candy is happy to assist and does a fabulous job. Seriously, when it's actually styled and my color isn't grown out 3 inches, it looks great. She invites me over for dinner when Doug goes out of town and we swap food from our gardens. She is pregnant too so we get to be excited together. Plus, her name is Candy. How could she be anything but sweet?
Cadence is there to give me hugs and is good for many a laugh. We like to babysit her when we get the chance. And she likes cats. Just.Like.Me.
Cory is a diamond in the rough. He acts tough and mean, but deep down, he is just a prankster with a heart of gold. He likes to hide our trash can (Doug has a fear of someone stealing our trash can, don't ask me why) and likes to yell at me like a good neighbor should. We catch him from time to time doing things such as killing our weeds, snowblowing our driveway (Doug is NEVER in a rush to do either of these) and numerous other neighborly deeds that he likes to brush off as nothing. Not to mention he is GREAT with cars and has saved us from so many headaches we'll never be able to pay him back for his service. One day though, they'll get what's coming to them.
Can any of your neighbors top that? Didn't think so. And if you think they can, I could keep on going.
They are moving this fall/winter to Colorado. Boo. I'm protesting. What would we do without the Granges? My protesting up to this point has done no good though, so if you know of any really good neighbors that are looking to move, send 'em out our way. They will never replace the Granges, but they might lessen the pain just a bit.
