The Passive Aggressive War Has Begun And Proverbial Fists Are Flyin'
It has begun.
The War To End All Wars.
Yeah. I went there.
Well, it was garbage day again yesterday. Notice the quality of the photo. It was done in the dark of night, as quietly as humanly possible. I was too afraid to go out onto the street to take the same shot as Em had done the week before, lest Her see me, come out and stab me in the eye with her wolverine claws. Hence, the rather poor photo quality.
I have begun screwing with The Neighbours' minds, and it makes me happy to be alive.
So, I told Dee to put the garbage on the OTHER side of our laneway Wednesday night. Yeah, the side that is still our side, but on HER side. Here, I'll show you again, from the other side of the street, in the daylight, so that you understand:
I did this for two reasons.
Reason Number 1: I was testing Her to see if she would once again move our bags over to the other side of the driveway.
Reason Number 2: I was making a point in a passive-aggressive way, which is how I roll, obviously. The point being, don't screw with me, girlfriend, because that scrap of land that looks like it's part of your lawn is actually OUR land.
By making this move, I was also telling Her that I knew all about her little game, I was onto her, and I wasn't gonna let her walk all over me and my garbage. Yeah, that's right.
Now you know not to toy with me, Her. Keep your distance with you and your wolverine claws, because what I have is MUCH more dangerous.
I have Wily Ways, not to mention children who will do as I tell them to when I bribe them, which obviously always comes in handy in situations like this.
Next: A noisy game of basketball at 1 a.m. Who's in?
P.S. I saw my first Canada Geese making their return today. Oh, happy days...
P.P.S. I might be getting an award for saving a community school. Stay tuned!