Oh Happy Day ...

Saturday. I've always loved Saturday's and today is no exception. I slept in a little, well as late as it was possible before my younger boy pounces in the room and starts demanding for his breakfast, that is. It's become such a weekly Saturday occurrence that I'm used to it.

As usual, the first things that wifey and me would do is head to the PC and check on our blogs, emails, and see if we have any assignments in our inbox. Well, I do have quite a few, so that's good news, more money to be made for me. So, while wifey was having her turn at the PC, I looked out the room window from upstairs and saw this moving lorry downstairs at my old hag neighbours house.

Ok, most of you who read my silly postings here would know of my ongoing predicament with both my neighbours, the Neanderthal on the left and the old hag on the right. While the Neanderthal has become a much nicer neighbour in the months that he's been here, the old hag has gotten from bad to worse. And there are many a times I prayed for the earth to open up and swallow her whole.

Anyways, back to the lorry downstairs. The van reverses and parks itself in the neighbours driveway and I see them start uploading furniture into it. I let out a squeal of delight.

'They're moving, honey, they're moving!'

I excitedly tell wifey. You could see the delight in her face too. What a glorious Saturday this is turning out to be and it's only 11.00am :D This may not be nearly as good as the earth opening up and swallowing them but it almost as good. They've been, well the old hag really, giving us loads of grief for the past year or so with her selfish and irrational actions that I've felt like strangling her many times over.

I'm going to enjoy the day standing at my porch and patiently watch the mover upload everything in the lorry. I think I'm going to make myself a nice tall glass of orange juice, grab a book and sit outside my porch and watch the moving process and when that moving lorry finally leaves, I'm going to stand up and give it a big round of applause. Good riddance I would say. There really is a god that looks out for silly old grouches like me ... hehehe ...

The only thing that frightens me is that maybe the new people who move in here are worse off than them. Ok, you god that looks out for silly old grouches like me, please, oh please make my new neighbours someone decent. Not someone who was just released from drug rehab or something. And if it wouldn't be too much trouble god, please make my new neighbour Jennifer Garner ... hahaha ...

Wifey: 'Honey, you're hallucinating again, it's time for your medicine already!'
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