And on the homefront
We have some ugly concrete planters out in front of our apt building. I got tired of looking at the craters and weeds so last weekend I put in new potting soil and pretty plants.
This morning I look outside and there's all new plants -- and my plants are in pots out on my patio. WTF?!
It turns out our neighbor the skinny Italian QVC model who lets her dog shit in the common area without cleaning up after him decided those planters were "hers" and handled it this way. She didn't even return all my plants. She kept the ones she liked and gave me tiny half-dead petunias instead.
Jesus. I told Richard he should manage the situation (he says insane things like "communication. We just need to communicate" ;) In Maple Shade where I grew up we'd "communicate" by putting cat shit in "her" planters. In Jackson everyone was too far away from each other to give a shit what went on.
I can't wait to buy a house and get away from people.
This morning I look outside and there's all new plants -- and my plants are in pots out on my patio. WTF?!
It turns out our neighbor the skinny Italian QVC model who lets her dog shit in the common area without cleaning up after him decided those planters were "hers" and handled it this way. She didn't even return all my plants. She kept the ones she liked and gave me tiny half-dead petunias instead.
Jesus. I told Richard he should manage the situation (he says insane things like "communication. We just need to communicate" ;) In Maple Shade where I grew up we'd "communicate" by putting cat shit in "her" planters. In Jackson everyone was too far away from each other to give a shit what went on.
I can't wait to buy a house and get away from people.