If you hear a blurb on the news about a middle aged homemaker going off the deep end and murdering her neighbors dog and then the neighbor, that would be me. I haven’t done the deed yet, but I am certainly thinking about it. I might add another neighbor’s dog in the murderous act as well. All day long yesterday I sat at the computer trying to do some work but unable to concentrate for all of the barking. I barely even checked my email. All because I could not think straight with the damned nonstop barking coming from the self proclaimed faith healer neighbors dog. I have discussed this with her several times before and each time she sighs and says it drives her crazy too but there is nothing she can do about it. She freely admits that the dog will bark at even a falling leaf, but what can she do? How about putting a muzzle on that mutt you inbred hill-jack? How about actually taking the time to give the dog some food and water so it isn’t barking for help all of the time? What the hell does she expect when she gets a dog and throws it in the back yard only to ignore it. The only time this dog ever has any human interaction is when her husband (the self proclaimed prophet) throws some food over the fence every morning. If he was such a great prophet he would have been have to prophesized that the new dog would drive the neighbors nuts and would have told his wife not to bring it home. And once this dog starts barking all of the other dogs in the neighborhood follow suit. I must live in the loudest neighborhood in Indy.
The odd thing about all of this is I am a dog lover. Hell, I even have a dog of my own. I do not, however, love hearing a dog bark nonstop for 2 hours. I even have to shut all of the windows in my house in the spring and summer because of these damned dogs. It is so frustrating. And I have to blame the owners because they are the ones that won’t take 5 minutes to train their dogs or to teach them that it is unacceptable to bark at the air floating by. Maybe I’ll just muzzle my self proclaimed faith healer neighbor just to show her how it’s done.
So if that didn’t put me in a bad enough mood yesterday the hubster added to it. Our bedroom ceiling fan has a light on it. You can turn the light off at the actual ceiling fan so you just have the fan running. But since I don’t like to stumble in the darkness in the bedroom I don’t turn the light part off. Therefore when flick the wall switch the light magically comes on and I can see. That didn’t happen last night. It seems that the hubster thought it would be nice to have the fan going while no one was in the room. So he turned off the light part at the fan itself. I flick the switch and no light. So I have to stumble in the darkness to switch the light on at the fan. I slammed into the blanket chest at the foot of the bed on the way to the light. Now I have two huge black and blue bruises across both of my legs. I am not a happy camper. I know exactly how Nancy Kerrigan felt now. I don’t understand why the hubster does stupid things like that. He does a lot of stupid things lately though and he is driving me crazy. Fortunately (or unfortunately) it doesn’t take much to drive me crazy these days.