Fresh Air and The Fonz

For anyone who has had the honest pleasure of meeting our neighbor than you will truly appreciate this post, if you have not had this pleasure it is unlikely that you even read our blog but you may still enjoy.

Matthew and I like to call her Henry Winkler, not because she looks like him or because we have a quirky need to give everyone nicknames but out of the necessity to speak in code when in our home. Winkler has supernatural hearing abilities and no inhibitions about eavesdropping or spying on you through cracked windows. I only write about this and publish it on the internet due to some recent conversations that have convinced me that her knowledge of the internet is limited.

Winkler is fond of writing us passive aggressive notes and taping them to our door, our gate or car windshield like the one below. Apparently thinly veiled threats are easier to swallow when accompanied by smiley faces and exclamation marks.

This very lengthy note was purely informative. You can't call yourself a good neighbor if you are not getting the word out about Tongan Floor Shows! WOW is right!

This afternoon I made a discovery that has shed a whole new light on Winkler. After spending close to twenty minutes trying to figure out how to open my bedroom windows I succeeded and spyed with my little eye.....

Henry Winkler's lacey, red unmentionables hanging on the line.

I had no idea she was packing that kind of heat underneath her flowing animal print robes and pastel colored sweat suits. To use an early 90's catchphrase that is no longer relevant(unless you are Annette Smart), You Go Girl!