Last week, I jumped right up on my soap box, and ranted about 'some things I'm not gonna tolerate anymore!'
I'm happy to say, I've been able to stick to my intolerance for all these days. (Although, our snow melted, so I haven't had the opportunity to push an adult into a snowbank.) I'm still happy about NOT talking to the cruel and unruly.
It's really funny how things work out in a small town. In a relatively short time, several people unknowingly "spilled their collective beans", so the Bossman and I were able to find out details about certain 'private' and 'secret' meetings.
It's so funny. Well, maybe just funny to me.
The Bossman just keeps saying, 'We should have moved to Duncan when we had the chance.'
Well, maybe. Maybe not.
WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE!
and, the Bossman never forgets.