Well, that didn't go as I'd hoped. This week was extremely confusing. I was misled! So unfair! See what I mean when you turn the page!
So the week starts, and I check on Poncho, who had made noise last week about moving away. But he never mentioned it again, and his house wasn't packed up, so I totally thought he'd changed his mind after all. I mean, like he says, we've got a psychic connection! Come on!
But then I stopped in again a couple days later, and lo and behold, he's all packed and ready to go. Bastard! While I appreciate him flexing his pecs for me one last time, I would've appreciated being given a chance to talk him out of moving even more!
And thus, the very next day, when I emerged from my house and saw a letter in my mailbox, I knew exactly what it was. Sigh. I liked Poncho. Guess he didn't like me as much as I liked him... And I still haven't seen a replacement yet.
Poncho's exit made me more inspired to be a better neighbor and do whatever I could to keep my friends happy. So when Gwen lost the key to her house, I was more than happy to go look for it (especially since I found it almost immediately!). I didn't even need the half-hearted attempt to promise to be nicer in the future. (Because I don't see that happening!)
Woah, maaaan! You just blew my mind!