I said I’d try to come up with something good to talk about. Sorry … I got nothing.

Well, the totally organic and locally grown dinner was great, but I stabbed my thumb with the ugliest serrated knife I own … stabbed not sliced … so I really didn’t enjoy dinner so much due to throbbing thumb pain. It’s not bad enough to need stitches or anything, but damn it hurts and won’t stop bleeding.

I’m going to bed. Tomorrow is Monday. Mondays always suck anyway, but this Monday I have to go to the store to get milk, flour and eggs, and I just know as soon as we are both gone, the asshats next door will fire up their chainsaw, which is why I have charged the actual video camcorder and will be setting it up in the yard with an 8 hour tape in it.

Oh, and what transpired after Lin rushed to the backyard? Nothing. It seems Randy got scared and fled to the safety of his own home. Good. I have no problem at all with these particular neighbors fearing us. I’m sick of being the one who’s hassled and nervous about them all the time.

Yup. Going to bed now. It’s been a long, stressful, and really awful day.

But the pork chop was very, very good. :)