I used to like my neighbors...

...and then they go and do something like this!  Gaah.  I'll never be able to keep up with their super-duper themed birthday parties-complete with inflatables.  Overachievers.  They are officially never invited to one of my parties, where we will be admiring my handful of balloons, gifts thrown into giftbags,  and my Kroger cake.  Pish.  He's only five.  I hate them.