Nora, you and Tom are good human beings for remembering what kind of help you would have appreciated and coming through for your friend. Lay down some ground rules ("Don't talk to me in the morning before coffee!" "Don't change my radio station!") for the things that make you craxy, and give her a few chores to do around the house so she understands that she's not actually a guest but a housemate.
sj, write your neighbor a very polite, very clear letter -- she may not park in your driveway, her guests may not park in your driveway, never-ever at all. Tell her it is for insurance reasons. Tell her any cars in your driveway will be towed, and violators will be considered tresspassers. Tell her this is not negotiable. Tell her the Buffistas will take up a collection and send Vortex up there to tell her what's what, and you'll tape it and post it on You Tube for our entertainment.
This morning, I have all the gronk. My cousin's husband was in town last night and we stayed up way to late playing drunken cribbage.
those morinings when I'm not feeling feral
Those exist? I never have mornings when I don't feel feral.
I'm just at a point where I feel like it's all just Too Much and it manifests itself as general mental/social paralysis with all attendant failings in normal social niceties and behavior.
But -- I saw you 2 weeks ago, and you showed no failings in social niceties and behavior! None.
Those exist? I never have mornings when I don't feel feral.
Hmmm....
makes note
Now, THIS needs to be taped for YouTube.
Don't worry Aimee, after the Friday night rampage, neither of you will actually be awake in the morning anyway.
I might be! You don't know!
I might even get up, make coffee and make breakfast, so there!
Those exist? I never have mornings when I don't feel feral.
Well, actually, yes. More often then they used to. Unfortunately for me, I'm both a morning person and a night owl, or have been at various times (sometimes at the same time). My work schedule has pretty much caged up the owl these days.
I might even get up, make coffee and make breakfast, so there!
Heh. Hee. Hehehehehheeeeeee! BWAH!
The optimism is touching.
Weekends are not for making coffee. Weekends are for fighting my eeeeeeeeevil shower, getting dressed, and staggering down the hill to Cafe Roma and their blessed coffee, pastries, and fresh OJ. Or for getting coffee at Roma and then eating brunch and drinking mimosas at the Washbag.
Plus, I'm non-feral if I wake up after 10, but I don't so much consider that morning - more the proper time to begin the day.
Yeah. That all sounds SO much better, I must say.
WEEK FROM TOMORROW!!!
Why is the shower evil??
