I'm tired. I'm pissed. I'm in a foul mood. Cause I'm whipped. That wedding last night really did a number on me. So I don't need neighbors playing stoopid jokes on me and my family.
I was putting Katherine to bed tonight (she was screaming something fierce) and getting Andrew in his pjs. Oh, and I was also cleaning the bathroom and putting away the kids clean clothes. (I know. I do it ALL. And I do it well).
The doorbell rang. Since it was pitch black outside and a Sunday I figured it couldn't be a window salesman, or an "I'm trying to get to Cancun and get laid this Spring Break could you buy some magazines from me so I can get a free trip?" salesperson.
Now any Mom will tell you that anyone who interrupts her routine is begging for a beat down. I mean a real flat line.
I dropped everything, ran downstairs, flicked on the porch light and there's nobody there. Instead, there's a deader than dead hanging basket sitting in the middle of the porch. It has to be at least 6 months old. It's all wilted and rotted out.
Whatever. Whoever did it and thought it was funny, well it wasn't. You're annoying. You need friends. Better yet, you need a couple of kids to keep you busy in the evening so you have no time to yourself like the rest of us.
I will find this dirt and lay into him. I say 'him' cause I know a female wouldn't do this crap.
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9 comments:
David made me do it!!!!
Just kidding....wasn't me!
Janko - In Zurich for work and your blog and CNN are my only English forms of entertainment... Love your posts. Keep 'em coming!
What's a hanging basket? I've never heard of that as a prank, how is that a prank? Was there poop in it at least? Do you live in Amish country or something?? A basket?!?!?
Pretty lame stuff. You can just imagine the prankster(s) hiding behind a bush or their curtain giggling themselves silly to point of nearly touching cloth. I say one up them and hang it proudly. Perhaps even embellish it a little. That 'ill joke THEM!
janko - i could care less about this sh*t. Please blog about something serious like the election or the bail out.
at least it wasn't someone askin you to join their cult. i love readin this stuff ho.
Let's get them back in style (eggs, bag o' poo, etc.) I'd be happy to help your crusade if you need an extra hand.
The more I think about it the more I think your neighbors were just giving you a basket. Here they are giving you a nice hand-weaved, custom basket, and you rush to your blog to slam them?!? I hope they don't read this. If they get mad enough at you maybe they'll leave an armoire on your porch.
This is actually a genius move. In a classy town like Rochester, I am sure that you have to pay big bucks for "yard waste." This bozo actually just figured that you would foot the bill. They know that Toad is rolling in the dough due to people getting drunk on wine because the economy is in the shitter. Simple as that. Don't be a hater, but help the less fortunate.
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