Grrrrrr.

So. Some work is being done on our road.

And although I don't have to be at work until eleven today, I had to leave the house THREE HOURS EARLY because Mrs. Across The Street is apparently An Insanely Important Road-Fixing Expert Genius Woman, and found it necessary to stand in the middle of the road and yell directions and advice to the Road Commissioner. Loudly. Right outside my living room window.

So my Tasha Alexander write-up may be postponed.