It's raining Spam
KiSA went out of town for that weekend. I HATE when he does that. I feel so disconnected, and icky. He went to visit his sister in SoCal, while that certainly isn't far, it just feels like it. I got a lot done while he was away though. I washed my car on Friday, Saturday Mark and I got laundry done, took the kittens to the vet, and did some gardening in the back yard. Also mopped the kitchen floor with the help of two kittens, who don't quite understand that I don't need help mopping the floor.
The trip to the vet was something. We dropped them off for their appointments and go shopping for pet food. 88 dollars later, we head home. The vet calls us, and says that Banfield will not cover the boosters Sinister needs despite the fact that the paper work we signed stated it did. I threw one of my "Do it my way fits", and while they were unable to do anything that day, they said I should call the manager on Monday. Mark and I went to get the kittens who were no worse for wear, just a little quiet. They don't like the vets, no, they don't. The forms that Banfield gave us stated that both (esp Dexter) were very well behaved and sweet kittens.
We dropped them off at the house, and went to Home Depot. We wanted to get a 2ed garbage can for grass clippings, and a mop, and a small battery powered closet light. 60 dollars later and a mop short we head home. We also decide to have pizza that day. I want some chow mein noodles for a chinese chicken salad I want to make so we head over to Pizza Hut (cause sometimes I just want commercial style pizza) and Ranch 99, who does not sell the crispy noodles I want. Mark and I end the day by going for a walk on the beach to work off the pizza.
Saturday night, my neighbors had yet another party. The dickheads I mentioned in a previous post were apparently crashers. Eventually things got icky, and the party noise got considerably loud. Loud enough that I could no longer ignore it. There was much cursing and shouting, and it sounding like it could escalate to violence. The crashers were being thrown out, and didn't seem to want to go. I heard a door slam and I went down stairs. I could hear someone saying, "I didn't break the door". I looked out the window, and saw a bunch of people walking up the street. Some standing on the sidewalk in front of my house near Marks car, some cutting across my driveway, and some standing entirely too close to my car. I give them a few minutes to move, but they don't. So I unlock the door, step outside and start shouting. "You motherfuckers have 2 choices. You can go, or you can explain it to the cops." Damned if that mass of people just standing around didn't start moving off. The guy who lives there and was standing just outside his door looks and me and says, "They aren't my friends." I look at him and let him know we're cool and I have no problems with him, or the loud parties. Crashers aren't his fault, sure, but I wasn't going to let that group of people hang around our cars that way. Besides, those guys doing the yelling had already pissed me off with the car alarm stunt.
The next morning Mark tells me he heard me the night before. I just grin. I dunno why little old me seemed so imposing, I thought for sure someone was gonna give me shit, but they didn't. They just all started to leave. Go me!
The trip to the vet was something. We dropped them off for their appointments and go shopping for pet food. 88 dollars later, we head home. The vet calls us, and says that Banfield will not cover the boosters Sinister needs despite the fact that the paper work we signed stated it did. I threw one of my "Do it my way fits", and while they were unable to do anything that day, they said I should call the manager on Monday. Mark and I went to get the kittens who were no worse for wear, just a little quiet. They don't like the vets, no, they don't. The forms that Banfield gave us stated that both (esp Dexter) were very well behaved and sweet kittens.
We dropped them off at the house, and went to Home Depot. We wanted to get a 2ed garbage can for grass clippings, and a mop, and a small battery powered closet light. 60 dollars later and a mop short we head home. We also decide to have pizza that day. I want some chow mein noodles for a chinese chicken salad I want to make so we head over to Pizza Hut (cause sometimes I just want commercial style pizza) and Ranch 99, who does not sell the crispy noodles I want. Mark and I end the day by going for a walk on the beach to work off the pizza.
Saturday night, my neighbors had yet another party. The dickheads I mentioned in a previous post were apparently crashers. Eventually things got icky, and the party noise got considerably loud. Loud enough that I could no longer ignore it. There was much cursing and shouting, and it sounding like it could escalate to violence. The crashers were being thrown out, and didn't seem to want to go. I heard a door slam and I went down stairs. I could hear someone saying, "I didn't break the door". I looked out the window, and saw a bunch of people walking up the street. Some standing on the sidewalk in front of my house near Marks car, some cutting across my driveway, and some standing entirely too close to my car. I give them a few minutes to move, but they don't. So I unlock the door, step outside and start shouting. "You motherfuckers have 2 choices. You can go, or you can explain it to the cops." Damned if that mass of people just standing around didn't start moving off. The guy who lives there and was standing just outside his door looks and me and says, "They aren't my friends." I look at him and let him know we're cool and I have no problems with him, or the loud parties. Crashers aren't his fault, sure, but I wasn't going to let that group of people hang around our cars that way. Besides, those guys doing the yelling had already pissed me off with the car alarm stunt.
The next morning Mark tells me he heard me the night before. I just grin. I dunno why little old me seemed so imposing, I thought for sure someone was gonna give me shit, but they didn't. They just all started to leave. Go me!