Well, hell. It’s rude. That’s what it is. But you know, sometimes, people are rude. But damn.
I was outside, minding my own business. I am pretty good at that–minding my own business, that is. Actually, I was watering my flowers. One of my neighbors was outside, visiting with a friend of his. I was mostly not paying attention. But something perked up my ears…
“…what about the crazy cat lady?” says the neighbor. Huh? Crazy cat lady?
Continue reading Vintage dixiblog: Finding Out I’m Called Crazy Cat Lady
They came back. After I saw myself described as “paranoid and reclusive” for acknowledging how I don’t trust the census and it bugs me how much the government is over-reaching into our personal lives, the good ol’ US of A’s main man, Uncle Sam, is back at it.
Geez Loiuse. This makes FOUR in-person visits from the Census to my house. For one form that was sent in already.
Continue reading The Census to Dixie: “We’ll get the information somehow!”