I've moved a lot in my adult life (6 times in 11 years to be exact).
Moving as frequently as we did means that Knute and I updated our Post Modern Cardboard Box Motif home decor every couple of years; it also meant - for better or for worse - meeting new neighbors.
I'd like to tell you that all of those neighbors were just as neighborly as good ol' Fred Rogers himself but I'd be lying.
Some of past neighbors have been fantastic, truly wonderful people who we were happy to count as friends. Some, however, were simply - to quote my dear friend Shannon's fave phrase - utter whackadoodles*.
Even if you haven't moved as much as I have, I'm sure you have neighborly tales of your own - maybe endearing. Maybe eye-popping.
Feeling daring enough to share those stories?
Click here and answer The BlogHer $100 Question today (about what else? Neighbors!). It's hosted by yours truly (I'm hoping they pulled a recent profile picture of me but hey, I'm not picky); you might just be the lucky commenter who wins $100!
Good luck...with the contest and with your neighbors!
*This would be where I might normally tell you one of those whackadoodle stories but I'm going to have to disappoint you, peeps. I blog under my real name (google me at will!) and this subject falls into my personal Don't-Go-There category. Some of those folks weren't just pains in my fine ass; they gave me the heebies.