Those of you who read this blog because you find my life immoderately fascinating (and by that I don’t mean “car wreck’ fascinating. More like “why isn’t the postman wearing pants” fascinating) may remember that I had a court date back in January whihc involved a lawsuit and one of my neighbors, herewith refered to as “Dickhead”. Today I received the judgement but I’m not going to go into the gory details mainly because: who cares? I won. Total wipeout for him. The judge didn’t even throw him a bone. As the demure and bootylicious* mrs tbogg put it: Hah!
I know I shouldn’t look at it this way, but I don’t even care about the money. I just wanted to win. Really bad.
Pellegrinos for everyone.
But now the moment is over and I am mature enough and amn enough to know that I need to move forward and put this unpleasantness behind us and learn to live as a respectful neighbor…
…to the big loser Dickhead.
*Isn’t it cool that dictionary.com lists bootylicious?