Case of the Doggie Bag Creep
Three takeaway containers, four rounds of drinks, and one very validated gut instinct. A small win on the long road back to trusting myself.
Game Over, Try Again
My tolerance for the bullshit is wearing thin. The neighbor who is incapable of managing her emotions today felt the need to, in front of the council and the few attendees who had arrived by that time, show her true colors in public. How embarrassing… for her.
The Neighborhood Council Files ~ Hidden Agendas
Our first general assembly. His last attempt to lie his way back in. He brought friends, canned speeches, and a hidden agenda. We brought receipts.
Close Encounters of the Worst Kind
A group outing I didn't sign up for, a woman I didn't click with, and a comment about my pendant that sealed the verdict. At this point, I'd rather stay home.
The Neighborhood Council Files – Boiling Point
The man behind the curtain launches an extortion campaign. The frogs notice the pot is boiling. I spend my Saturday wrangling panicked adults.
