I was so aggrevated last night to find out that the daughter of our elderly neighbor had come to the house to complain about the Toilet Paper in her yard. Tom tried to explain to her that we were not happy ourselves with having had 4 college kids paint a drapery of 200 rolls of Dormitory bathroom Sandpaper across the trees and yard. After 4 weeks of wind and rain as well as raking and bagging, we could still wipe the entire community for months. Needless to say, once the neighbor left, the Crap hit the fan and we needed all the toilet paper we could grab. Why is it that people show up for unwelcomed neighborly chats just as we're headed to church? Of course, her perspective of 'church' changed when she heard about the recent 'termination' for Tom. Maybe her view of that church will go with the rest of her request...DOWN THE TOILET.