Ok, so I moved into this neighborhood, right. It's a nice place, there are families around and dogs and old people. Modest houses, you know, but the kind that people take pride in.
But Brian and I aren't so much, you know, neighborly. We just want to be left alone. But today we come home to find someone has slipped a note through our mail slot. It's on duck-themed note paper. It says welcome to the neighborhood and would you like to come over on Sunday and we will invite everyone else over from this end of the block and we'll get to know each other! Love, Jean and Bob. Here's our phone number! Can't wait to meet you!
What the hell do we do now? We just want to be left alone! Call and explain this? Ignore it and become "those people"? Go when it would likely kill us (especially since one of us is going to be indisposed and unavailable)?
Advice appreciated, as always.