of dogs and constables

Well, for the second time this summer, I was awakened by a constable at my door, trying to find someone that was (thankfully) not me. I felt kinda bad for this guy, who looked like he was maybe in his first year of college and very confused by this neighborhood with its unmarked roads.

This time, the neighbor's dog was yet again out and running around..in front of the man's car, even. Which means I was running outside in my pirate robe, catching Dolly and putting her on her leash yet again. (Thank the gods she likes me!)

I texted my landlady about it all, who sent me my neighbor's celphone number and told me to text her. *eyeroll*

I think, sadly, it probably *is* just time to call animal control. I don't know that I want to get into a big thing with my neighbors, as I do have to live here until..well, until I can get the heck out of Dodge.

Odd thing: one of my boss' grandkids decided to grill me about my love life yesterday.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nope."

"A girlfriend?"

"Nope."

"A husband?"

"No."

"A wife?"

"No."

"YOU NEED A WIFE!!!"

"..Excuse me?"

"Do you want kids?"

"No."

"Then GO TALK TO YOUR FRIENDS and MAKE ONE YOUR WIFE!!! You HAVE to!!!"

0_o

Oh, the irony...I swear I don't make this stuff up.

I finally told him, "Women can't marry women in Pennsylvania," and he sorta let the matter drop.

(I asked the boss' daughter later if she thought the kid actually understood what he was saying. She didn't think so.)

So as we all know, contrary74 always has dibs on being my wife. But if you'd like to apply for the job, let me know!

musical moment

Cris Williamson
"Strange Paradise"
(an old fav; glad it's online in whatever format)