Those of you who know Queenie know that I can put up with a lot of crap from people.
Particularly if they are of the type who have to live on welfare for a while, or even forever, for whatever reason. They get enough crap from the system, they shouldn't get any from me.
But there are two things that can happen that tap into a righteously vicious side of me that I really don't like.
One is if I catch them stealing from me.
The other is if they try to get me to waste energy for their convenience.
So the Neighbour and the Lover are with child.
I am happy for them, really I am.
I'm glad all the shrieking we have to listen to paid off.
So I got a long note telling me to put the heat on Full all day and all night from now on because of the pregnancy and the sore back and the other child who comes to visit. By some freakish twist of fate, her heating is controlled from our apartment's zone.
Because good neighbours help each other out.
And if I was too hot I could open a window, which would be nice.
NICE?!
Christ I am so mad...
We are so hot now that we have three windows open - in Canada in January - and still the place is like an oven all the time.
And all that oil is just blowing out the window into the atmosphere.
Gaaaaah!
I thought being pregnant made your internal core warmer?
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