The Not-So-Great Fence Debacle
Just got done talking with the city guy who sent us the letter regarding the fence. I came to find out that this was a personal complaint form "someone" in the area. Probably the same person that left a little bitchy note about how our dogs bark once in a while when we're at work. He was very cool (the guy from code enforcement) as I properly inserting tongue into slot "a" with a swift apology for my Kravitzian* message I left on his machine. As is my intention with all iffy matters, I began to make him laugh and tried to sway him to the light side, which seemed to have worked quite well. We're going to go to his office this Friday and talk to him about getting a easement (which the Prisoner so helpfully suggested we do) and getting this whole crapfest finished. We were told there has been quite a history with fence complaints against this home before we were the owners and that this could be the tail end of some kind of bizarre neighborhood vendetta that we're catching the ass end of.
Anyway, that's one bad thing massaged and taken care of so far. Now onto The Rape/Gas Company fiasco.
How's yer day comin' along?
*Kravitzian - A thought or problem that verbally spills out as a consciousless stream of aged bitching and moaning.
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