I was in a bit of a cranky mood tonight. I had a good day overall. My workout this morning was awesome....did like almost two miles before it started raining. I'm irked by the fact that, while my ass is shrinking, I'm not actually losing POUNDS according to my scale. So, I went for ANOTHER walk with my Mom tonight...just a mile. But...by the time I got home my ankles and calves were screaming from the extra workout, and I had told Mom earlier in the evening about a little putz of a kid from down the street that had been riding his scooter through our driveway. When the said kid drove his said orange, motorized scooter through the driveway I was STANDING at the garage talking to the Baptist preacher's wife. Said Baptist preacher's wife made a big fuss about how cute the kid was and, "Oh! I just LOOOOVE your scooter!" I was standing there drooling and kicking dirt like a mad dog because my mama taught me you don't go on people's property!!! I couldn't tell the little ankle biter to get the fuck out of my space while the Baptist preacher's wife was standing there inviting us to the Easter services, now could I??
So, as Mom and I were approaching home there was a girl on a bike that came up from behind us and, right in front of us, CUT ACROSS OUR DRIVEWAY ON HER BIKE!!!!! *snarl, spit, kick*
I gathered myself, but I was pissy...like I said, and said, "Uh, little girl, could you NOT drive through our driveway??!!!!" She mumbled yes and kept riding. I just really don't want the kids falling and knocking themselves out on our property or, worse, scratching the Jeep or my Accord. Plus, I'm territorial. Stay out of my damn driveway!!!!!