Wrong. This is wrong, so wrong!
There are some people on the house across the street. People aren't supposed to be ON houses. Houses are for people to be IN. Yet, there they are, ON the house and I don't like it and I let them know it. I let everybody know it.
And what really bothers me is that, despite me having a cow and all, they are still on the house. They don't even care that I'm upset, they're just ignoring me, and maybe that's the worst annoyance of all. No respect, I swear.
And not only are there people ON the house across the street, but they are making all kinds of racket. It's almost like a thunderstorm and I absolutely HATE thunderstorms. They totally freak me OUT.
When I get upset like this, the thing that works best for me is to just go and do something physical. Just burn up the pent up frustration with some hard labor. So that's what I did. I went and worked in the yard.
It was a good day for it. We've had some rain recently, so the ground is soft and a little moist. Perfect for digging into, so that's what I did. I just started digging. Digging, and digging, and digging. It's great therapy, really GREAT therapy.
I'm resting now. There are still people on the roof next door and it still bothers me, but somehow being inside the house after a workout like I had makes it all more tolerable.
So while I'm relaxing away the frustrations of the day, I thought I would blog about it for further therapy. I think it's working too.
Abby's not here. This is me, China. The dog?
Abby is outside filling in the holes I dug for her. It's just this game we like to play.