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This morning I took to the rails and went to 2 arts markets in Boston.

I saw things that inspired.

I talked to like minded people.

I bought art.

Yay.

Came home and went to lunch with Dad.

Then it turned.

Went outside to set up an inflatable spa.

It bothers me that all the grass around the site id dead... not just browned out from lack of water, as grass does, but dead dead. Dad tells me that he has beed pouring weed killer on the grass because he didnt want to mow around the spa. Ummm... but it spreads.

I may have mentioned that I spent most of my vacation trying to make the yard look nice...and this yutz is pouring weed killer on the lawn right by my patio. I was furious. I told him that. I didnt yell...or raise my voice. I told him that we need to finish the task at hand but I am not talking. He thinks I have no right to be mad. He obviously doesnt value about how much I do to have things look nice so we have a space to enjoy. He said it was his house too and he could do what he wanted. Yup...what ever you want. Don't care.

Selfish fuck

My Mom may have had a mouth...but she would never destroy anything