Alright, short version of a long story...
Husband is on a power trip and figures that since his wife will eventually inherit the house, he's essentially the owner. Flips when you point out that this is not the case. I'm convinced he's a gold digger and figures that he'll make some money when his wife inherits several properties, one of which is actually worth quite a bit.
Worst part is they have a giant Schnauzer that has a barking problem. A 100-pound bark is pretty annoying. Even more so than the half-dozen times per day the crazy woman vacuum cleans her house.
After putting up with the dog noise for six months, we're so tired of it that we're moving.
After moving in two years ago, our neighbors are finally throwing away all the trash in their backyard — some broken patio furniture, a bastardized patio table, and a couple of wood palettes.
They couldn't be bothered to clean up their yard during the time we lived here, but now that crazy neighbor lady's mother is going to have to find someone to rent our half of the place, I guess they had to be told to make it look presentable.
Speaks volumes about these people.