So if you read what happened yesterday, I'm not on the best terms with them.
Took the dog out this morning, the one with the sewage truck hit the assend of my jag. Now, this isn't the first time one of my vehicles has met his. My Nissan was parked normally and the idiot pulled in crooked and my husband backed out, missing that his front bumper was stupidly close to my car and scratched up my back end.

Today, he just straight up reamed it. I feel like a murder of passion is acceptable.
Ladies, have you ever been so stressed out and held it in for so long that you felt psychotic? I'm scared for the people around me because I don't care who I hurt right now. That asshole smashed my jaguar.


Stay tuned next week for the next exciting episode of:
My doucher neighbors.