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Migraine Meds

 ooooh....is that a skid mark on the right?  Get that boy some toilet paper!  Yikes!!!

 

 

Today, I am thankful for migraine medication.

 

 
 
Between men who drive me insane, stalking in-laws (and an ex), neighbors who hire thugs to build fences and decks without permits, code enforcement harassers, and pissy and dishonest politicians.....I'm going to have a running headache until November. 
 
I do get my share of laughs. 
 
The neighbor hired a bunch of twenty-something wanna be thugs to build his deck.  They tried to kill each other in my front yard while I was trying to sleep and incurred the wrath of Siegfred. 
 
I yelled at them. 
 
They threatened me. 
 
I threatened their boss with a call into the city permitting department if he couldn't keep his boys in line.  Failing to pull a permit will cost him his contractor's license.  He promised me that he had it under control. 
 
Now, they're punishing me. 
 
Yeppers, the wanna be thugs are wearing bright polka dotted underwear. 
 
They aren't wearing the tight fitting stuff that the firemen pose in. 
 
They are wearing the stuff my great-grandfather wore. 
 
To top it all off..... they are sagging their pants so that the top of their waistbands huddle under the bottom of their arses.  I'm not even sure how they are keeping their pants on....
 
velcro? 
 
pins? 
 
I don't know. 
 
I just know that it is quite amusing. 
 
They are sagging their pants, so much so, that when they bend over in the wind their buttocks look like colorful hot air balloons. 
 
Of course, they have to park in front of my house.  I can't help but notice their bright colored undies poofing up in the wind. 
 
They make me laugh. 
 
I can't help it. 
 
Then,  they hear me laughing through the window and threaten to "cut" this old "b!tch." 
 
Ah......
 
Sigh.....
 
They've been hammering away in the neighbor's yard since April. 
 
I don't like going outside. 
 
Okay, that's not exactly true. 
 
I don't want to deal with them.  

They make me laugh so much so that my side hurts. 
 
I did go out once last night to perform my Tuesday full moon rite to Aries. 
 
What is that? 
 
Well, I make a big production for the neighbors so that they let me leave cat food out for the stray cats that come around. 
 
I think my ritual scared them. 
 
Yeah, thuggies.....I worship the original God of war.  He likes offerings of blood.  Oooh...did you hit your lil' thumb with the hammer?  Smear it on this candle while I light the incense. 
 
They didn't want to play with me. 
 
I'm so sad. 
 
They've actually been quite nice since last night. 
 
Is she joking? 
 
Or does she go all out just to leave out food for the stray cats in the neighborhood. 
 
Actually, here is the real deal.  Code enforcement can't site me if they think it is a religious rite. 
 
I'm such a stinker....
 
It may not be a bad thing if the municipal inspector finds his way out to my neck of the woods.
 
This ol' Libertarian promises not to whine about property rights should code enforcement want to come out and investigate their lack of a permit. 
 
If it helps, they are ignoring easements.  They've already cut the cable to half the block. 
 
My neighbors are b!tching.  They can't watch TV.  So, guess what?  I get to hear it and have to take more migraine meds. 
 
It's an endless chain of painful events. 
 
Thank goodness I'm stocked up! 
 
Love ya,
 
S. 
 
 
 
 

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