Love thy neighbor...

And I do. I really do. I love ALL my neighbors, well except for two because they are hermits.

A few days ago my car was acting all nutty. It was very mad at me because it was thirsty for some oil. So it wouldn't start. Some automatic shut off thing engaging for my "safety." So D goes, gets oil, quenches the indignant car's thirst and it's happy again. Fantastic. I go to push the little button on my key to lock and alarm the car, and nothing. No honk like normal, just nothing. After beating the button to death, D pushes his button on HIS key, and the car locks. Great. OK. Maybe my key was just taking lessons from indignant car and will work tomorrow.

Not the case... at all.

As I'm hustling my butt to get Izzy and the baby in the car to get Izzy to school on time the next morning, I discover that stupid button on my key apparently really IS dead and not just pissed at me. Crap. So I unlock the car manually and open the door. Bwooop bwooop bwooop. OH Shiiiit. Shh shhh! Crap Crap Crap!!! I thought if I put the key in the ignition that the magic noise would stop. I swear it got louder. So I'm standing in my garage at 8:45 am crying because I can't get my alarm to stop going off.

I go inside to call my mom to ask her to take Izzy to school and my doorbell rings. Then my garage door opens...

"Helllloooo Audra! Are you ok???" My wonderful neighbor from across the street comes peeking her head in the door.

Me-crying... "I can't get it to stop! The battery is dead!"

By this time, I've got my awesome cop neighbor standing in my driveway (barefoot mind you) asking me if I need help. Umm yes please. Damzel in distress over here!

Magic cop neighbor takes my key, unscrews the back, bangs on it a little, and poof... alarm be gone. Ahhhhh. My hero!

My neighbor across to the other side of me is screaming, "Do you need anything!?"

I love my neighbors. Seriously. There's only eight houses on my street and I know every single one of my neighbors by first name, and anyone of us would do anything for eachother. It's really really cool. Something that's not very common anymore, and it's a shame. They are very protective of me when D isn't home. Killed snakes for me, knocked on the door to tell me my lights were on in my car, picked up packages for me, watched the house for us when we were on trips, play with the girls, just incredible people... really. They even play jokes on us during football season... damn USC fans!

I thanked them all with cookies. Maybe I should have included ear plugs for a little humor.