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Well Hubby had a bit of a, umm, altercation yesterday at a friends property where he was doing a few odd jobs and chopping up some wood. The property has an elderly neighbour… A little old lady. And Hubby, well she met her evil side. Assuming that she has a nice side, that is.
While he played his music, mid afternoon and not loudly {according to him}. She came out and told him to turn his eff’ing shhhhht music off. He said, he would turn it down, if that suited her but he wasn’t turning it off. She proceeded to call him an eff’ing C{yup that word!}head bastard who was goods for nothing, blah, blah blah…
Hubby normally placid, until pushed over the edge, I should know, it takes A LOT, told her to back off or he’d report her to the people with the padded cells {Quiet HA!}. As he got back to work, she continued to barrage him with foul language and taunts about his manhood. SUCH a charmer.
Soon Hubby, after being threatened with her showing up at our house to bare music while he tried to sleep {at 3pm? You won’t find us sleeping honey} and that she would show the women stupid enough {me, I assume?} what a mistake she had made by marry such an inconsiderate, eff’ing C {yup, again! For like the fifty millionth time!} she had married and what a stupid bitch face she was… Blah, blah, blah.
Hubby finally shut the music off, pack his gear, told my friend he’d come back when the odd cow was dead and came home. A little shocked at his little encounter. And let me tell you, the fighter in me was pushing hard against the lover wanting to get out.
But then I saw the funny side, I started calling him a F’ingC {nope, not that word}. And yelling, welcome to my world buddy! But you know, common sense {and the lover} prevailed.
At our house, anyway!
Suger 
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