The first time I met the grumpy lumberjack next door, I almost burnt down his cabin. The second time, I was throwing tampons at a moose (don't ask). The third time, I was naked. And Henri Gagnon is not just my neighbor and landlord, but a pain in my optimistic, plus sized ass. He's got a protective streak under his grumpy exterior and he's convinced I won't make it through the Maine winter. I'm going to...