Woke up in a not so great mood because of the fuckhead do next door that barks to bark. Cops won't do anything (the most they did was send animal control out to make them shut their dog up. It worked for 3, count'em, 3, days.) I requested politely, I've banged on their door at 3 in the morning, I've squirted their damn untrained dog with a hose. I think when I get a job, it's time to find a super soaker or used paintball gun. If they won't train it not to bark, I'll train it not to come outside. When it's pissing and shitting on their floors, maybe they'll take the time to train the damn things not to bark (even a fucking Dalmatian and some shithead Pomeranians can retain that much training.) It's because the dog is stupid (neither breed is known as intelligent) and bored (no toys in that yard at all and they rile each other up into barking fits at that gate just under our bedroom window (did I mention it's a wrought iron gate the little fucks can see through, so they bark at every leaf that blows by?)
Almost done with the baby blanket. Apparently, she's going for pastels and girly, not pink and brown. Too late to rip it out now, she's getting bold pink and brown stripes.
I need to clean house today. It's starting to look a little filthy for my tastes.
Dinner last night was 'cue. Green beans, iceberg salad, smoked chicken, and enough sausage to choke a $50 hooker. I doubt it was primal sausage, but it's more primal than that sauce slathered chopped beef.