Never a Dull Moment

So we sit down to watch our Tuesday night fare. Idol and House. When we hear the DuffMeister going absolutley and completely apeshit in the back yard. We decide to check it out because even though he barks for 22 hours a day, there is something in his voice that says "Feck Off! Feck Off!"
We go to the door and a police officer is walking between our house and the slag's house. He has a flashlight and is obviously looking for something. Or Someone. We corral the wee beastie and we find that a police car is parked at the bend in the road. Lights off. Another arrives. And soon a third. We peek out and see Mamma Slag and her three offshoot standing on the sidewalk whilst the good officer enters the home, hand on holster. Shite! Why doesn't this happen in the daylight hours?? So without being obvious, or so I hope, I peek out the blind every commercial break. So after an hour, the cops split and as soon as they do, slag-o-matic loads the brood into the mini-van and heads off into the night.
Tonight we discover that, apparently, three of the little feckers in the 'hood have broken into her house and robbed her. I say apparently because nobody knows for sure. Yet. The three 'suspects' are kids from the immediate area. Teenagers. Early teens. And whilst they do piss me off at times, playing basketball in the road until near 11, I'm not jumping on the guilty train just yet. They are, in my opinion decent kiddos. One even interrupted his quality "chillin-time" to help Herself and I find our fatso cat when he saw me looking in the hedges for the escaped SmokeMeister. And to boot, the woman in question is about 23 cards short of a full deck so we'll see...
I'm currently nursing a badly infected finger. I'm takin the anti's and soaking in red-hot water. The doc says he didn't think he need to lance it and that made me happy. So we'll see. Herself was afraid 'twas a flesh eating bacteria. Yikes! Glad twasn't. The bad news is it's on my right hand. The dart throwing hand. Good news is it is finger number 3. I only use my pointer and middle finger to grip the ol' arrows so even if they had to remove the bad one down the road, I could still throw...
This weekend will be a good one. See, we are entertaining Debbie and Don. I will be preparing a dinner of Veal Picatta, with a salad and some French Onion soup & who knows what else. Herself is quite handy in the kitchen also and we may whip something other tasty morsels together. I really like Deb. She's very nice and she's a fine cook also. Don is a really nice guy too so it should be a fun weekend.
My friend and co-worker is on the hunt for a a new job. She works in the office as a CSR and let me tell you guys. She knows her shit. When I was a Super and had a problem, she was the only one who could fix it. The Powers that Be keep increasing her workload and give her no more loot. She was passed over for a position she was well qualified for but someone else, less qualified and notso smartso got. Office politics I 'spose. I'm glad that doesn't happen in government...
Nothing else going on. The Devils are golfing right now so I'm pulling for the Oilers and Hurricanes. If they both make it to the finals I'm gonna be torn.
Looks like a quiet night at the Leprechaun Inn. Watch the finale of Idol ( Go Taylor!!) and go to bed for a (hopefully) good nights sleep.
Leprechaun out..