*Shelly: White, 5'4, Medium build, Mousy brown wavy hair, old women stench
~Stay at home mom.
~Attire= over sized t-shirts and frumpy jeans or Adidas track pants. (Not really an upgrade from her winter attire, velour track suits in every possible shade.)
~Not to forget the crocks! (Sunshine yellow is her favorite)
~Drives a forest green mini van
Harry: Oriental, 5'7, Medium build w/ pooch, receding hair line, glasses, old man stench
~Attire= Silk button-ups and khakis
~Drives a royal blue Toyota Camry
Logan: Mixed Male, 2'7, Skinny with massive head, long flowing black locks (wavy), old people Stench
~Deformed looking w/ enlarged forehead
~Signs of ADHD
~1 1/2 years old
NANNY (appears randomly)
Eusebia: Hispanic, 5'10, medium/large build, Dike cut dark hair, Friendly and normal appearing.
~Attire= 90's button down summer dress with white tennis shoes and white mid- calf socks.
(She is our favorite)
~Filled with junk (we think that explains the smell)
INCIDENTBecause of the lack of fan in our bathroom we open the window facing Harry and Shelly's home. On Thursday I got out of the shower, opened the window and began to dry off. I then hear Shelly's tearful voice... Naturally, I wrap the towel around me and get back in the shower. I listen closer as her voice fades and then becomes louder as she passes the window while she walks back and forth. I quickly decide she is talking about her husband, Harry. She tells the person on the other line how he wants to move in with another women and if it doesn't work out he'll come back. Harry asks Sally nearly every night, "Don't you want me to be happy?" She rants about his selfishness and talks about the time she called the police on him.
I then began to feel very guilty so I shut the window and ran to tell Brandi the news.
Stay Posted for future developments.
*Names have been changed