The Ups and Downs (and Doodie) of New Neighborhoods

Moving to a brand-new neighborhood managed by an association was intended. While some may say "I'm not paying all that money for a house just to have someone else tell me what I can and can't do with it", after living across the street from a couple who partied on their boat by parking it in front of their house and drinking beer on it all day, and living next door to a couple who decorated their front yard in Scooby Doo (I can't make this stuff up), I happily applaud neighborhood rules.

We are, however, still under construction around here, and that means putting up with some things that rather remind me of those old neighbors, including waking up in the morning to the dude who sucks all the junk from the pink porta-potty positioned in front of my house:

I could do the crappy photo/crappy job/crappy contents joke here, but I'm going to spare you all such obvious humor. (But I still kind of slipped it in there, for those of you not yet through your morning coffee quota.)

At least there's no homage to Scrappy Doo plastered on the exterior of the porta-potty. I've got that going for me.