It’s Easter Sunday. The celebration of the Resurrection of the Savior. We wake up. Eat a special breakfast and head off to service. We come home, pack a lite snack and take the kids to the playground.
We come home, fire up the grill and start cooking. After a lovely, incident free Sunday…we see the cars pulling up to the Wu Mansion around 6pm. *sigh*
It’s 6:41pm. When everyone else’s Sunday evening is winding down, the Wu celebration is just getting crunk started. There are about ten cars out front. They have folding chairs, one dining room chair, etc…out on the front steps. Not in the back in their yard. Not on their deck. Not in their house. Nope, out front. So at this very moment, there are about 25 adults and kids outside looking like the after-party let out in front of their house.
Mr. 1969 and I are staring out our window like two old, angry neighbors. We felt bad until our other neighbor came out of his house a few minutes ago and told them to keep all of their kids off his lawn. Hooray, we are not the only ones that have to deal with the craziness.
Mr. 1969 went outside a few minutes ago to tell two adults that they can’t sit on our steps and eat their plate of food. *sigh*
“Oh, we’ll move right now sorry!”
Common sense didn’t tell you that you are sitting on someone else’s steps? iCan’t
Mr. 1969 says they have until 8pm and then he is going out there and hose people down. LMAO! He’s waiting until 8pm because it’s Easter and he’s a good christian. LMAO!!!
Wait….Mr. 1969 just said that one lady is wearing a belt that looks like a damn “restraining device”. Let me go get my husband out of the window before his pressure goes through the roof. Like John Witherspoon in house party. LMAO!!!
Happy Ressurection Sunday!