The woman across the street is a nosy busy body. Actually she does it from a distance, so I suppose I should count my blessings. She sits on her front porch, smoking her cigarettes and watching everything that goes on in the area. Lets just say, she sees things you really don't care for her to see, but then she sees things you don't want her to see. My back can feel her eyes, and then my ears can feel her opinions. She's just a distance pain in the ass that burns your ass. Oh well, at least she sees things that are going on in the area and that's a good thing, I guess.