After 143 days, we've become sick of the questions and furtive glances from the neighbors, so today we decided to let the neighborhood know that the construction horses in the middle of our block are not ours, but instead are brought to us by the village's Public Works department. We handily included the dept contact number as well.
Jen also left (another) message with the "village manager" regarding this. It should be noted, however, that we don't really want to start a war; we just want resolution.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Escalating the Curb
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Oh Jen,
Your parents I know are proud of what you can do with that college education, but Uncle Kenny is probably unhappy with you for not claiming those as your own. They will become yours eventually you know - pinic table in backyard? Please post the number on the web. I have spare time.
Peaches to you and yours!
Interesting website with a lot of resources and detailed explanations.
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I say briefly: Best! Useful information. Good job guys.
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