In Our 'Hood

While we were enjoying some R & R at Lake Okoboji, we asked our favorite neighbors from across the street to keep an eye on the house, gather our mail, and keep our little garden from catching on fire in this heat.  As always, they graciously accepted our tasks and did a wonderful job.  However, one night late in our trip, Craig got a call from these precious neighbors while they were attending the Def Leppard concert in Omaha (without us!)  Def Leppard is Craig's ALL-TIME favorite band, and he was totally bummed that we couldn't make it to the show this year.  Anyway, they called Craig a few times while at the concert and sent a few pictures of them enjoying the show.  Craig's jealousy got the best of him, and he replied to one of the message with a nasty comment referring to our neighbor and her friend as "Cougars out on the prowl".  Obviously, this didn't sit well with "A", and she retaliated...

We returned home to find our kitchen completely toilet papered, plastic wrap on our toilets, and plastic wrap on the shower head.  Of course, we found this quite amusing (and a little unnerving), and took it as a challenge to begin the "7th Street Mafia Wars".  We started compiling a list of different missions and tactics we would perform in our retaliation, and waited for a golden opportunity.

Last night, we had an early dinner and were hanging out in the shade in our front yard when "T" & "A" (with "G") stopped by to tell us they were headed over to a friend's house for dinner and evening activities.  They also happened to mention they wouldn't be home until later in the evening.  Naturally, this set the plan into motion.  (Honestly, we had no intention of doing any of this yet, but when an opportunity presents itself and we're beyond bored...we decided to seize it!) 

As soon as they turned the corner down the street, we gathered a few supplies and headed across the street for some shenanigans.  We left them a little package on their kitchen table last night with this photos.  I'll let the pictures we took do the talking from here...

We took a little test drive.  "Faster Daddy Faster", said Delaney!

Then, we went inside and contemplated holding Gabby (their puppy) hostage, and leaving Izzy as ransom...maybe another day...

Delaney did the Tango!

Then, we got hungry and looked for a little snack!

Which of course made us thirsty, so we had and beer & Delaney said "Yee-haw!"

Obviously, this led to Craig taking a S*%#!  He pooped some BIG snakes according to D!

We are super sneaky, aren't we!

We thought it was time for a work out!

Run, Forest, Run!

Craig might have taken another S*&#!

So, Delaney took a nap!

While, Craig took a shower!

Then, we played a little Peek-A-Boo!

And, you can decide what we did next!

            

Obviously, we had a little too much fun with this, and we're pretty lame for it!  I promise it was all PG-rated, harmless fun!  However, it was obviously not well-received when they got home about 10:40 last night.  We got the following text message from Miss "A" when shortly after their return (I censored it as much as I could while still maintaining it's greatness):

"Dear Funny f-ers,
We acknowledge your creativity and prowess.  We are speechless...Looks like a fun day at the "A-House"  D in the box was our favorite followed by a caged Izzy.

However, we are going to get bottles of bleach for shower/toilet violated by the snakes and Craig.  Disturbing photos.  Sure as hell hope they don't end up in the celebrate section of the Sunday newspaper.  Our new garage code is...write this down...
F*^$U then press # mother-fer Jones.
Sincerely,
East Side mafia motherf-ers"

I laughed so hard at this text that I couldn't choke it out to read to Craig as the tears streamed down my face.  It seriously made me laugh sooo hard I cried (which is much needed in a somewhat sad week)!  We then went over to try to call a truce.  I'm still not sure if they hate us, or were just completely caught off guard.  I am very nervous to return home this evening to find what awaits us! 

I must say that we simply adore our neighbors, and if or when the time ever comes for either of us to leave 7th Street it will be horrifically sad day in our house.  We couldn't dream of better friends to play crazy games with and have random crazy hat nights on the driveway with.  I only hope that our activities last night only deepened our bond with them and didn't permanently freak them out by our brand of crazy! 

Our parting words from them last night clearly did not call a "truce", so to that "A" Family...bring it!

LOVE YOU!