You know your weight loss is paying off when...

... you hear your trashy fat blob of a neighbor on the phone on her front porch refer to you as "the skinny Stepford bitch next door."

Yes, we have a new neighbor. The idiot elderly couple who own the house next door, which has been empty for almost two years, have found someone to rent to again. I don't know what her name is, but I do know she has a little boy named Nehemiah James. I know his name because she screams it at him, along with random strings of obscenities, about every five minutes.

She seems delightful.