Let the games begin....

I love this time of year. The weather turns, BBQs are a standard driveway accessory, and fake tans rule the offices. I love this time of year possibly more than your average beach goin' boat ridin' bear. I love that not only can i roll with my windows down, and maybe even catch a little sun because it might still be up when i get away from my desk, but because the nice cars come out. And by nice i don't mean the BMWs. i mean the Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Loti, etc.

There is only one small problem with this glorious season. And it is that because this weather is amenable to slightly more upscale vehicles, other things come out of their caves as well. Yes my little ankle biters, pull the covers up over your heads and close your eyes tight. The HOA wench is trolling the neigborhoods in her white Mercedes.

That's right kiddies.

It's letter writin' time.

Those of you who know me know of my personal vendetta against he HOA. Aside from the fact that i find the whole concept of an HOA intrusive, Big Brotherly, and downright wrong, we also happen to have a real mummyf*cker of a management wench.

You may not be familiar with this ancient faerie tale -i believe it started in Germany or perhaps somewhere in deep eastern europe, the Black Forest maybe. Anyway, there was this evil creature, shaped vaguely like a woman, who would lure little angels, such as yourself, into her domocile. She would then fatten you up a bit, and proceed to skin you a like a freshly caught carp.

I'm about 99% sure this creature is closely related to Lily Lombardo.

You know what this means. Yes my darlings, we have received our first letter of the season!

No children, it was not our tomatoes -those are not yet red, i'm sure that letter is just around the proverbial corner. No no, this time, it's something even smaller than cherry tomotoes.

You know those little clear plastic clips that hold your christmas lights up? Yeah, the ones that are so small that you're gauranteed to hammer your finger trying to install the little f*ers? Yeah those. Well my buddy Lily pulled her magnifying glass from our of her wide a$$, and decided those little clips were unacceptable.

Ahhhhhh.. let the games begin...