So I was going to do this fun post with pictures of dinner from last night etc, etc...........however, Blogger is having an "internal issue" uploading my photos [insert annoyed smiley here].
I shall move forward, as scheduled, with a different post about a different subject.
Dear Mr. Next Door Neighbor With The Really Loud Motorcycle:
Why do you start up your chopper and drive away and then come home SIX TIMES a day ? Do you have MPD ? Do you forget where you are going ? For the love of Harley Davidson, does your motorcycle need to be so loud because each time you start 'er up, I feel a little piece of my life escape me. Living on the edge, I think I may follow you one day, just to see where such a cool guy such as yourself goes six times a day.
I hope you're wearing your helmet.
Signed,
Me
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Dear Crazy Cat Lady Who Lives Behind Us:
Why must you call for your animals (since we can't figure out if they are cats or dogs) 12 times a day starting in the early morning hours and ending late in the evening ? Obviously, you have a backyard, that is fenced in, where they can roam, scratch, pee, poop and otherwise frolic without needing to be screeched at on a regular basis. We imagine your pets must cringe as we do as your bellowing, shrill voice carries throughout the neighborhood. Do they not listen - because surely they hear you (as half of Oregon does). Your choice of names are precious. In fact, I bet nobody else on this bloody planet has been quite as clever as you.
RICKKKY ! LUCY ! RICKKKY ! LUCY !
I hope you've had your shots.
Signed,
Me
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And with that said, I shall post tasty yummies for your enjoyment at a later date :)
Dear Mr. Next Door Neighbor With The Really Loud Motorcycle:
Why do you start up your chopper and drive away and then come home SIX TIMES a day ? Do you have MPD ? Do you forget where you are going ? For the love of Harley Davidson, does your motorcycle need to be so loud because each time you start 'er up, I feel a little piece of my life escape me. Living on the edge, I think I may follow you one day, just to see where such a cool guy such as yourself goes six times a day.
I hope you're wearing your helmet.
Signed,
Me
__________________________
Dear Crazy Cat Lady Who Lives Behind Us:
Why must you call for your animals (since we can't figure out if they are cats or dogs) 12 times a day starting in the early morning hours and ending late in the evening ? Obviously, you have a backyard, that is fenced in, where they can roam, scratch, pee, poop and otherwise frolic without needing to be screeched at on a regular basis. We imagine your pets must cringe as we do as your bellowing, shrill voice carries throughout the neighborhood. Do they not listen - because surely they hear you (as half of Oregon does). Your choice of names are precious. In fact, I bet nobody else on this bloody planet has been quite as clever as you.
RICKKKY ! LUCY ! RICKKKY ! LUCY !
I hope you've had your shots.
Signed,
Me
__________________________
And with that said, I shall post tasty yummies for your enjoyment at a later date :)
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