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Excerpts from the hoodlums next door:
Reba is in the backyard
Kid #1: Is that a dog or a kangaroo?!
Kid #2: OH MY GOD! That ain't (ate?) their small dog!
Kid #1: That's a wolf-dog! That's a wolf-dog right there.
Kid #2: Take her in the house! Quick (refering to their little sister, who's about 18 months old)! I told you not to even bring her out here!
Mission accomplished. Maybe now that they're convinced there's a wolf living on our property, they'll stop throwing stuff in our backyard and generally disrespecting our house. Once I teach this dog to geblaut (speak), we'll be in solid.
And if she still won't bark, then perhaps Ranger could come and spend a couple of hours in the backyard. It'd be hilarious if Lissy, Ally, Ava and Rebel all came, too. Be a yard full of Shepherd (wolf-dog).
Me: What do you mean? They've always been here. You just haven't been paying attention.
In other news, this may sound harsh or whatever, but it's just how I feel. I'll be glad when this funeral business is all done and overwith. I understand everybody's sympathy and concern, but when I say "I'm fine", I mean it. I'm tired of getting all these phone calls (not from people reading this, they know who they are) from people who otherwise would not have called and haven't been calling in all this time, I'm tired of getting visits from people I haven't seen since I was five. I want to be left alone. I want to be left alone to read (I have about five books here that I've never had time to finish and I've managed to finish two of them so far, so that's not bad, though I just got two more so it cancels out), to think, to work on long-neglected websites, to beat games I haven't had time to even blow the dust off of.
Selfish? Yeah. I don't deny that my line of thinking is selfish. But really, I'm the one who's supposed to be mourning. Which I'm not, really, but I have my own reasons and rationale behind that. Isn't this supposed to be in some part about me, about what I want? And I'm not asking for a whole lot. I'm not asking for a million dollars. I'm not asking for world peace. I'm not asking for a Lambo. Just my time.
Reba is in the backyard
Kid #1: Is that a dog or a kangaroo?!
Kid #2: OH MY GOD! That ain't (ate?) their small dog!
Kid #1: That's a wolf-dog! That's a wolf-dog right there.
Kid #2: Take her in the house! Quick (refering to their little sister, who's about 18 months old)! I told you not to even bring her out here!
Mission accomplished. Maybe now that they're convinced there's a wolf living on our property, they'll stop throwing stuff in our backyard and generally disrespecting our house. Once I teach this dog to geblaut (speak), we'll be in solid.
And if she still won't bark, then perhaps Ranger could come and spend a couple of hours in the backyard. It'd be hilarious if Lissy, Ally, Ava and Rebel all came, too. Be a yard full of Shepherd (wolf-dog).
Me: What do you mean? They've always been here. You just haven't been paying attention.
In other news, this may sound harsh or whatever, but it's just how I feel. I'll be glad when this funeral business is all done and overwith. I understand everybody's sympathy and concern, but when I say "I'm fine", I mean it. I'm tired of getting all these phone calls (not from people reading this, they know who they are) from people who otherwise would not have called and haven't been calling in all this time, I'm tired of getting visits from people I haven't seen since I was five. I want to be left alone. I want to be left alone to read (I have about five books here that I've never had time to finish and I've managed to finish two of them so far, so that's not bad, though I just got two more so it cancels out), to think, to work on long-neglected websites, to beat games I haven't had time to even blow the dust off of.
Selfish? Yeah. I don't deny that my line of thinking is selfish. But really, I'm the one who's supposed to be mourning. Which I'm not, really, but I have my own reasons and rationale behind that. Isn't this supposed to be in some part about me, about what I want? And I'm not asking for a whole lot. I'm not asking for a million dollars. I'm not asking for world peace. I'm not asking for a Lambo. Just my time.