June 1, 2025
Hello,
I was in the kitchen at 08:57. I removed two large juice bottles and placed them on the table. One bottle had just a little bit in it. I was going to pour the little bit into the full bottle. As I opened the bottles, there was a loud boom from the empty bottle with the little bit. Omg, the stalking and harassing, shamefaced old dog, switched my water hose. I just went outside and was watering my plants. I pulled the hose, but it wouldn’t move any further. I went to turn off the pipe and realized the hose couldn’t be pulled out any further. It’s a 50-foot hose. I had bought a 100-foot hose because I need it to stretch to where I have my plants. Compare them. He switched my hose and put a 50-foot hose. Can you see the difference? I guess it was the same way he had given my one pair of sandals to his sister while I was at work. My beautiful, 100 feet long water hose was switched for a broken 50 feet. “No peace to the wicked.” This demonic stalking cock-Roach Jr wanted to come back into my home, so he staged a ruse. But I passed him without an acknowledgement. That angered him, and 33 years later, he cannot recover from that angry embarrassment.
This little 50-foot hose is what is now in my backyard. It doesn’t stretch to water my vegetables. I suppose I will have to buy a new one now. I have placed 2 cameras at the sides of the house, hopefully it keeps out the vermin stalker, with his damaged pride.