I got into a total pissing contest with my wacko neighbor last night right on my deck-she is off her meds again, manic and downright incoherent. Without going into detail (I'm too mad to do that right now), I decided that sweet treachery will be more effective than slapping some sense into her-and besides, it won't get me arrested, which I might have been last night if hubby hadn't quite literally stayed my hand(s). So after I finish work today, I'm going to talk to a couple of people who can have that wretched woman "watched over and taken care of" as a cop I know always says...
You poor thing.
Has she figured out you have the cat yet?
"He needed killin"
well glad hubby kept you from the slam. she is not worth it.