Neighbor Bitch

When I got home from work on Wednesday, there was a car parked on my property. I wrote a note, then a nicer note, and put it on the car. It was still there this morning so I called the police. The officer informed me that I could either have it towed, at my expense, or they could mark it as abandoned and after 48 hours, they could have it towed, at my expense. Hmmm. He looked up the license plate number and said that it belonged to "an unsavory character"; "someone known to [the police department]." OK, in that case, tag it as abandoned so the guy knows that the police know about it. The officer called again to say that he'd left a message on the voicemail of the registered owner and that he would then go over and mark the car. When I got home at lunch, the car was gone, leaving just the paint that had marked the car. I went inside, ate, returned calls, and when I left for work, there was another.car.on.my.property. Wtf?! I went inside, wrote a note and when I went to put it on the car, I heard voices on the other side of the fence. I peeked my head around the fence and one of the three guys claimed to have not known where his buddy lived (look! turnip truck tail lights!) and that he'd be leaving in 5 minutes. I told him that I just had a car there that the police had to come take care of just that morning. I ordered a "No Parking This Means You, Bub!" sign. Someone told me to get a private property sign, but that rankles a bit more. People know it's private property, they just don't care. I tell ya, the world's going to hell in a handbasket.

In other news, the ENT said that my ears should heal eventually and that if I still have troubles in 2 weeks to come back.

Stacey's puppies -- 12 of them -- were born last night. As she says, nothing's cuter than bloodhound puppies. One could be yours for the bargain price of $1300. The whelping was a lot cleaner than I expected, but she's also a little bit of a neat freak so it could just be her influence.