Our neighbour's 45 year old teenager is so scary to look at, Mr BC has christened him 'Cape Fear'. No, not to his face for god's sake!! I threatened to call the police on him last month; I know his mother doesn't want me to but I needed to make him stop trying to hit her with a metal pole, & that did the trick. He swears ALOT, very LOUDLY, at his mother. (actually he hasn't at all since I threatened to call the police) He has other creepy looking friends around & the occasional silly young blonde (they don't stay long) & revs motor bikes LOUDLY, much to the Gentlemans delight. His music is VERY LOUD. But (here is the riddle)...his music is lame! He plays easy listening, R & B sorta disco top 40 music, but LOUDLY. What the hell is he doing, some sort of scary Cape Fear Jazzercise?
It rains for 2 days, yet the dog smells for 2 weeks. Very badly. Despite being washed.
This seems disproportional.
The whole concept of silver linings has me a bit flummoxed lately.
- Remember how freakin awesome I thought it was to teach Monkey Boy how to use the vacuum cleaner? Well, now the vacuum cleaner is in 3 easy pieces. Where is the silver lining in that? Not being able to vacuum anymore? Let's think that one through..
- The coffee machine broke!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooo! The horror, people, the horror! Well, actually we have been forced to use the stove top esspresso maker, which actually makes better coffee, so maybe that lining is a bit silver.
- I have been very excited lately, planning a backyard chicken coop (front yard actually, integrated with the landscaping) but have found out that the local council doesn't allow chickens in this region. Boo, you whores! Silver lining this!
Gosh, that was a bit of hysterical exclamation pointing there. Sorry people.
I feel cleansed.
Mrs BC
xx