Grrrrrrr...
I heard a noise this afternoon and went to look out the window.
The Trashleys, who'd put their home up for sale and moved away two months ago, were moving back INTO the very same house. Incessantly barking dogs, eighty-seven cars parked in front of everyone else's houses, garbage and crap all over the place. All of it.
SHIT.
SHIT IN A HANDBAG.
What the hell? How did I get so unlucky as to not get rid of them?
If I have to deal with ONE more outdoor party until 5AM, or darling dear Cujo snarling and barking all night, I swear I am going to call the cops.
Bloody hell!
Please, folks, pray for patience for me. I do NOT think my boss would like it if I was arrested for assault/vandalism/mayhem, or anything along those lines...
The Trashleys, who'd put their home up for sale and moved away two months ago, were moving back INTO the very same house. Incessantly barking dogs, eighty-seven cars parked in front of everyone else's houses, garbage and crap all over the place. All of it.
SHIT.
SHIT IN A HANDBAG.
What the hell? How did I get so unlucky as to not get rid of them?
If I have to deal with ONE more outdoor party until 5AM, or darling dear Cujo snarling and barking all night, I swear I am going to call the cops.
Bloody hell!
Please, folks, pray for patience for me. I do NOT think my boss would like it if I was arrested for assault/vandalism/mayhem, or anything along those lines...