I Had a Funny Mental Image

that I had to share.

It dawned on me that I have been the one to carry out cat shit (in small non-see-through baggies) everyday, even though David sometime does it also. Plus, all the vehicles are here, except Red Ranger shows up occasionally, then leaves late.

The pigs (no offense to pigs in the farm), but across the street, already think I'm a wack job. Also, I threw a ladder at someone last Friday - right in the front yard, right in front of them. They heard what I said to the target of the ladder and they ALL went inside.

So, now, no David, cars here, sometimes even Red Ranger. Soon it will be all cars, Red Ranger and a black Toyota HUGE truck (my cat-sitters).

So, I get a chuckle wondering if these "boys" think I offed someone and chopped them up "Jeffery" style and I'm tossing out the parts a bit at a time.

Yeah, that's a chuckle, but this gets better...

I'm drawing a bath to calm the nerves. I have a great music channel, which I've finally figured out how to send through the sound system. I'm trying to decide what I want to listen to whilst in my soothing-relaxing bath and -----yup, here comes the RAP at 1200 decibals... breathe, breathe, think....

I made a selection on my music.

How about some Gregorian chants cranked out at about 1400 decibals? AND, not to be outdone, I opened the front windows, too.

Something tells me when it starts to get dark, the pigs may begin to get spooked. They're looking more and more like rats that just came out of a demolished building, but that's easy kill, pardon the pun.

However, when you think about it, There is always one cat in the window, which spook the shit out of them, they know I have a very bad temper and they know I carry a gun, and now - hopefully - they may think I took care of my own business and not to mess in mine.

Ahhhhhh, (I'll paraphrase Shakespeare), How can I fuck with thee???? Let me count the ways.

Off to the bath. Chuckle, chuckle.