Man...

I WISH these Sikh neighbours of mine would just STOP cleaning their house from top to bottom each DAY...its really getting to me...the smell of clean wafting through my open sliding doors and windows... the clothes detergent, the softener, the mopping liquid, the everything...the carpet whacking, the vacuuming, the non-stop washing of front yard and balconies, the constant scrubbing of clothes ala village-style...thump, thump, thump...(what's the washing machine for anyway!) day and night..hey, I ve got last three days laundry still in there somewhere, I can see dust bunnies scurrying around, my books I have to blow off first before reading...and I'm starting to feel really...dirty and dusty and, and...and...and...oh please God!

Just make them STOP!!!!

There's a whole battalion of them in there...and its just ME against 5 of them women...gahhhh!!!!

And they NEVER eat out either...ever. And their house is a page out of Beautiful Homes and Living magazine...ultraperfect according to this mutual friend (no more) who popped over once after having tea at their place...making me feel like a slumlord.

And, and, and...someone should put them on TV.

Nah.

They'd be too boring.