Holy Mackerel

It has begun. The War To End All Wars. Yeah. I went there. Remember this? 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 ...

You know spring must be upon us when ... the goddammed neighbour across the street empties his garage and vacuums out both his vehicles, taking all day to do said tasks. And so starts his spring/summer/fall ritual in our suddenly-too-small neighbourhood. Lest you think that all I seem to do is complain about the neighbours, you'd be absolutely right. Not really, but I guess, recently I am, so yes, I am. But, I'm pretty damn sure you would too if you had Mr. Clean McCleantwit out there every damn Saturday AND Sunday (the freaking Day of Rest, people!). I suppose I'll give him this much: his daily vacuuming and cleaning regimen is a wonderful reminder of the gorgeous weather, and for that, I am thankful. So, thanks Mr. Cleantwit. Now, please go back inside and have a nap, until October. Onward. I've just decided to make this yet another post about neighbours, because I know you like it. So, I found out that our other neighbours, the ones who are moving , will be o...