The Cowboy neighbors invited us for Oktoberfest last night. My sister and I ran over for an hour for brats, homemade sourkraut and potato salad. Was all very yummy on their big smoker/ grill.
I enjoyed chatting up the wives and one single gal....she just sold her late mum's house to the Cowboy's grown son, who was very chatty and happy at dinner. Usually he's very sour, but not last night.
Yes, the Yelly Guy was there with his lovely wife. I walked by him and said hello to all the boys without looking his way, then headed for the kitchen to help out with food.
I'm not gonna peck out details with this one finger, but YG was weird, more than once and generally tried to talk to me, speaking as though I'm a skittish bird, low and slow, once about my truck tires. Once to offer me a beer. I say no to everything about him and didn't say goodnight when we left. He texted ,"goodnight" and I ignored him. Really icky.
My sister said he came into my yard when I came home after running around all afternoon. I didn't see him, but sis said he apologized for being drunk. He said they'd all been drinking for hours, which I could plainly see for myself.
Sis just left the yard and didn't make him feel better.
As I dug out Halloween decorations from under the house I resented thinking about how loud I'd shout for him to leave if he poked his head into the crawl space. I like my crawlspace, btw. He's not gonna ruin it for me. I was happy my mind didn't run to worry about physically encountering his 6 foot something frame in such a small space. I think I'd win, btw.