Fighting with the HOA makes me tired.
I don't like confrontation, but you know, I put hours of work in my yard. Being told it looks like a junkyard makes me peeved
There's no broken down cars. No furniture on the porch. There are 8 potted plants and 5 pieces of expensive metal yard art, y'all
In a perfect world, petty tyrants wouldn't be allowed to threaten you in your own home
In better news, I am writing and I think in my story I will spray the HOA president with the hose. Hard. Maybe a fire hose.