Mustard Monday

Busy weekend.  Long awaited replacement of my bathroom floor occurred.  I knew it would be loud and knew Butters would be barking and outside.  I requested Monday off.  I wanted a day to clear up the sawdust and then to relax. 

Nic and I pulled some weeds to the soothing background sounds of a compressor to our left and screaming and fighting to our right. 

Yup.  The neighbors.

I debated calling the Sheriff – decided against it and went inside. 

Later, I was on my porch chatting to my mom on the phone.  I saw my neighbor walking to the trash bin we share. 

“I’ll call you back mom.” I said. Clicked the phone off and called out to the neighbor lady.

She stopped and walked toward my neck of the lot.  I met her half way and I told her I wanted her to know if she ever needed anything, I was available.  If she ever wanted to bring the little ones over at a ‘bad time’, I could put a cartoon on for them.  She told me, with tears in her eyes that when she got her tax refund, she was leaving.  I gave her a hug and reiterated that if she ever needed me … I was here.

I felt like I had finally done something of purpose.  Something tangible – I hadn’t called the police, but now she knew she wasn’t alone. 

Now I’m feeling a tad different.  Woke up this morning – my day full of promise.  A day off! A day off! 

Got Nic off to school and turned and smiled at Butters.  What to do?  Read first?  Put a movie on?  Go back to bed?? 


I sat on the porch and as the sun came up and the words of a new book started warmed the cockles of this reader’s heart – I saw … this.


UG!  I’m no sleuth, but considering I’ve never ever had an incident of this type before or ever been a victim of shenanigans – the coincidence was glaring.

I didn’t know what the substance was – but groaned before grabbing my camera realizing part of my day off was to be taken up by dealing with whatever ‘this’ was.

Called the Sheriff.  I went out to the car once he arrived and noticed there was more.


And more


I filled the Sheriff in on the history with my neighbor.  He went next door to ask them if they ‘saw anything’.  Yeah right. 

And, if they didn’t admit ‘yeah, I did that’ – basically there was nothing he could do.

Of course, they didn’t know anything.

I wanted to call CSI and have them find drops of the substance – I wanted it to lead back to their house, to be on his shoe.  GOTCHA!  But, apparently that only happens on TV.

So, after the Sheriff left – I grabbed a watering can and cleaned off what I had originally thought was egg yolk.  Picturing someone inside their house watching me and chuckling to themselves.

I held my head up higher than was probably necessary just in case.

Who dunnit?  I have no proof – but considering the substance, I know we can’t rule Colonel Mustard out.


About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on February 4, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. That sucks. Sorry you had to deal with that. I’ve been spoiled with really great neighbors…

    • Thanks. It does suck. I laugh and try not to worry too much, but the bottom line is that I’m dealing with someone who is confirmed abusive and I live alone next door with my son. :/ Seemed like a warning to me – but who knows what else could happen.

  2. Small relief, but mustard does come off easier than egg yolk! It was a sour message, I’m glad it wasent vicious. I hope if it has to escalate, they stick to condiments. So stuped.

  3. Sorry, spell checker, ‘wasn’t’, there.

  4. That sucks! I’d be so mad,. Well done for handling ti with a sense of humour 🙂

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