Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Not much up today. Working on the lawn again. I got a nastygram from the HOA being about “We’re going to fine you ‘X’ amount per day ‘cos you ain’t got no grass” Maaan… I called the lady and stated clearly that it’s growing you swine, so she’s giving me 45-60 more days, leastways per our conversation. Which today I documented in an email, and cc’d a friend of ours who’s a Lawyer who deals with HOA laws all the time.
Take that you bitch.
I mean I can’t make it grow any faster Aye?
Tough enough I had to spread, in total, two tons of topsoil, and put in the plastic barrier in to keep the soil in situ, as IF it ever starts raining, I don’t want it washing away again
So, Phil over at Bustedknuckles got me good:
I literally LOL’d.
I just wish I felt better today. Dunno what, but I’m feeling all out-of-whack. Like I used to in Iraq when shit was about to get squirrelly. I hate feeling this way. Like an itch between the shoulder blades…
Paranoid slightly, but not sure why.
Tough to write when I’m like this. Interrupts my creativity.
Literally More Later I Remain The Intrepid Reporter