So the Bitch next door & I used to be friendly but you can only drink beer and and have coffee so many times with someone who has an incredibly loud ignorant mouth, 8th grade education, no morals and no class so many times before conversation wears thin. The last 2 years I spoke to her teenage daughter more than her and that was to book babysitting. Unlike the DRUNK BITCH I didn't drink while pregnant or when my son was very young or much now and so I spent even less time with the DRUNK BITCH. So last summer, (this weekend was the 1yr anniversay)I made the terrible mistake of commenting to the daughter about how drinking and driving was wrong, DUH! Who'd a thought someone would disagree???? My exact words were "my company, your company, a stranger on the highway if I saw someone who was drunk I'd report them:. Now it's common knowledge (to everyone but ME) in our very little town (pop. 300) that this DRUNK BITCH and her very best friend would spend all afternoon drinking, with between them 5 minor children present, and then the fat fruit-cake friend would drive the 3 FUCKING BLOCKS home, past the local playground, drunk, sometimes with her kids riding their bikes alongside her vehicle. Now these 2 brain surgeons took me very personnally, because of course with my full-time job, 2 yr old chld and husband I have time to give a shit what they're doing. Two days later DRUNK BITCH and FATTY FRUITCAKE (so called because of the self admitted, self-administered uppers & downers & phsyc. hospital stays) were at my front gate yelling and carrying on like a couple of fish-wives on crack. I've been called worse names by better people but when those two hose-beasts started in about my son (of course not caring if he was around to hear) I couldn't believe it. He was "fucked in the head" "a retard" "going to need mental help" this from a worm that up until then my son called Auntie (his favorite babysitters mom afterall). My son is perfectly healthy in everyway but even if he wasn't these were 2 fully grown (drunk) women, drunk because they'd already informed me they'd hung 22 empties in my trees since I was "so worried about how much they drank". So... a year later my son (now 3) calls the drunk bitch & family the "bad people" (her husband keeps his spine in her purse, and the kids 16, 15, 13 are products of their invironment and fetal alcohol-yes she has told stories about being drunk & pregnant). SHOULD I DO AN ENCORE OR FINAL ACT AS WE WILL BE PUTTING THE HOUSE UP FOR SALE SOON? not because of them, If it was just me I'd stay just to piss her off, but my husband has been offered an awesome job in a town 2 hours away.