What is the matter with me? I can't stand the stench of the neighbour's fabric softener wafting out through their dryer vent. I must retreat into my house when they light up their stinky, skunk joints. If their brats are outside they are screaming...happy = screaming, angry = screaming, frustrated = screaming, playing = screaming, want something = screaming. They have no clue what an inside voice is. I think back on when they first moved in and the man said they were a nice quiet family who didn't have loud parties. OK, so he was telling the truth about the parties. They haven't had one yet but they are by no stretch of the imagination a quiet family. The woman swears like a sailor and she doesn't care who can hear. Cuss words are just part of her vocabulary. The man is one of these modern dads who, after watching his 9 year old daughter slam into our common fence 3 or 4 times quietly says, "Honey, please don't keep ramming the fence (with your battery operated car). I can't afford to build a new one." Their side is now missing 4 boards and now we are on notice that we will be paying, in entirety, for replacing the aging structure. We know they can't afford it because they appear to have spend all their spare money on toys for the kids; trampoline, large above ground pool, large plastic play house, the battery operated car, a back yard littered with toys, toys and more toys. I don't understand why I'm so intolerant of my neighbours. It's not you. It must be me.