Boo x2

I figured I should update y’all with what happened to the Boo problem.

What happened was my mother laughed her ass off and then instructed me upon the way to enact the Boo. Apparently this neighborhood DOES this.

She knew about it and she did not warn me.

I am beginning to suspect she called a neighbor and said “hey, could you boo my house while my daughter is there…”

What makes this worse is that my mother has lived in this house for years and SHE herself has never been home to receive or carry out a Boo. She is always out of town when the house gets Booed and someone else has to do the Boo for her.

That, my friends, sucks ass.

So anyway.

I hung the stupid Boo paper on the door because my mother scared the everloving shit out of me by saying that if I didn’t hang it on the door I might get Booed again and have to do four of those fuckers instead of just two. So hell yea I taped that ugly fucker on the door right away.

And then I ignored my mother’s suggestions as to how to Boo the neighbors because let’s face it, her suggestions sucked. And also were not very helpful since she only had an idea for one Boo bag and that required me climbing on a chair and digging around in a cabinet. Screw that. My time is more valuable than that. Instead, I wandered over to Hobby Lobby (shut up, it made sense at the time) and created my own Boo bags – or boxes actually.

Then, Duncan and I delivered the Boo Boxes to two neighbors on exactly the day the Boo-mail said we should. We did not get shot. Or yelled at. Or questioned in any way. One of the houses that I thought I might Boo had a loud barky dog in it so I backed my ass out of there real quick (See Duncan, that dog barks when he hears asshats on his porch…) and chose a different house.

It’s been two days and one of the houses we Booed has put the ugly ass Boo paper on their door. The other house, the one I thought would be most likely to participate based on the whirligig in the front yard, has done squat.

This ticks me the hell off.

In fact, it annoys me so much that I’m tempted to get my ass up on the chair and dig around in the cabinet for the stupid Boo Bag gift idea that my mother suggested and take another fucking Boo to those people and teach them a lesson. You don’t play the first time – you get Booed again and you WILL keep getting Booed until you play along…

Hell, if I was going to be here longer, I’d totally make their lives hell until they joined the Boo Crew.

Hmph.

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