Oh god. I've never been so happier to wake up and realize that it was Friday. Finally. It's Friday. My last day of work in a no-Linda week. My last day of having to be the dumper's work slave. My last day of having questions I clearly don't know the answers to. I'm just so happy that when 4 o'clock rolls around, I can drive home and leave work where it belongs. At work. And I am free for the next 63 hours or so. It's beautiful and glorious and what's even more wonderful so is that there are no plans for me this weekend. It's supposed to be blistering cold with snow and rain so that means watching movies, reading books and being lazy. Just writing about it is making me ecstatically excited. It'd be even more perfect if Netflix would deliver my movies already since they were supposed to be here on Wednesday.
Yesterday ranks up there as one of the worst of my life. Work was just horrible. I wanted to walk into Bob's office and say that he probably shouldn't expect me after Thanksgiving. I wanted to just stand up, grab my hair and scream - especially at the dumper. When I came home last night after work, Baxter ran into the front yard, ate half of a Snicker's bar - where it came from, I don't know - and Jen, the nicest lady who can live across the street, tells me that my next door neighbor, Crotchety Old Man, is mad because I let MY dog poo in MY front yard without cleaning it up. Excuse me, what? That's right. He's mad because I have a puppy who does his business on my property. Unbelievable.
Jen's son, Cody, was grounded yesterday and as punishment, he had to come over and rake my entire front yard, which is no small feat, but he did his work until he ran out of yard bags and I let him and Baxter play. Apparently, as Jen told me, Cody was raking and Crotchety Old Man brought his leaf blower over to help. That was when he got mad because he saw that I had dog poo in the grass. He said that now that I can see my grass, I can clean the dog crap up. Not likely. Minutes after I got home from work and found all of this out, Baxter trotted right over to the fence lining his side of the house and pooed. Ha-Ha! Don't mess with me or Dr. Satan! I declare this War of the Poo! Beware Crotchety Old Man because you are not going to win this battle OR the war.
Welcome to suburbia. There's a reason there are so many television shows about this place.
Friday, November 10, 2006
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4 comments:
At some point you will need to clean up Baxter's mess.
It will turn into a smelly mountain in the Spring !!
Glad you are relaxing this week-end.
Don't forget Saturday is Veteran's Day !! Fly the flag on the front porch !
I think you should keep the battle going. Let nature handle it. Either the rain will wash it away or the snow will cover it until Spring.
Sounds like a plan.
Can I meet crotchety old man? He sounds like he's a lot of fun.
Katie, that is funny about you're next door nieghbor. I told Ryan about he used his leaf blower to blow the leaves into your yard and he wanted to put Baxter's poo in a bag and light it on fire on front steps. I've always wanted to see that happen!
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