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The one day I really want to have no neighbors at work, everyone eventually shows up. *sigh*

Yesterday was another one of those work days where everyone is in an uproar about something, and you accept an invite to a conference call, walk in, and realize that you've walked into somewhat of am ambush (again) and have no idea what's going on.

I feel bad, because dad and LilSis's boyfriend spent the remainder of the day, while I was working and on the phone(s) yelling at folk, building my beautiful new front porch rails. Soon to have baskets, and paint, and pictures! They really are nice. Pictures, yeah, yeah, I know. So much for a daddy/daughter project.....actually, this weekend really has turned out poorly for family activities, as far as I'm concerned. Work has prevented me from having any free time at all, really, since LilSis's arrival; also too I feel like had we had any plan at all, I'd have taken some time off work and we could have all gone to the beach or something...oh well.

Best laid plans of mice....

As an ending note:

While on a call yesterday, pacing around in the driveway, answering pings, the across the cul de sac kid friend's rolled up and honked. LOUD and REPEATEDLY. And, you know, I lost my temper. It was the middle of the day. People were out. Kids were playing. People are working (like me). After checking to make sure I was on mute, I just yelled:

STOP HONKING AND GET OUT OF THE CAR AND GO RING THE DOORBELL.

Mind, he continued to honk.

But...quietly.

Yes, I've turned into the crazy lady you were all afraid of when you were kids. The one who stands behind her curtains and stares at you bad kids if you are misbehaving in the streets. I might give you the fish eye too, if you aren't careful.

Who knows, next year, I might hand out apples for Halloween. Or....toothpaste!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Get a piece of wood, hammer 6 inch nails thro it at various angles and place in front of and behind wheel of car.

Eliza Doolittle said...

I can't just...pee on their mailbox or something gross, retaliatory and thirteen year old male-ish instead? SOOOOO much more fitting!

Meg Kelso said...

OMG! You should have heard this spoiled kid on the plane ride back. I wanted to spank the parents. If I had to hire a soft hit-man, I'd get a 13 year old boy...they're as mean as anyone I've ever met.

:)