I fucking HATE my HOA. Not so much for what they do to keep the neighborhood nice, but for *how* they do it. Rules, rules, rules! If you want to paint your fence, you must go to a specific paint store (that isn't even in our town) and get this specific stain...approved by your neighbors. Fuck that shit.
On Sunday, I saw one of my neighbors painting their house, or at least priming their house for painting. I wouldn't know, since they do not talk to me and Steve. Like we are gonna infiltrate their family unit and make that kid of theirs with the big nose gay. He is already there, doesnt need our help.
Anywhoo, their was another neighbor, a member of the "Association Architectural Committee" on his driveway, yelling (literally yelling!) at him that his shade of gray is not an approved color to paint his house. Man, I was looking for a way to listen in without looking obvious. I rolled down the windows of the truck, that was too obvioius, and I couldnt hear, so I just left. I got the goods on it anyways.
The AAC member (got to be cool and use the acronym) was all up in his bidness about the color. I actually call her the HOA Nazi. Ever since she got appointed to this position, she has transformed her sad little "my husband left me" life into that of a total, total, unrelenting control freak. She looked like a damn osterich ready to attack. Shoulders up, hands to her side and clenched fists. Fun! Fisticuffs!
She is gonna get hurt and she is going to wonder why. "I am just trying to help!" she could say. Bullshit.
I wonder if egg yolk on her garage door is an approved color.
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