The son of a bitch is running his chain saw now

Under misguided assumption, the husband and I continue to try to sleep in on Sunday mornings, because someone, somewhere once told us, "Sunday is a day of rest." I think it was God.
Our neighbor with the nice yard, but bags under his eyes, wakes us up every weekend. This morning, to the lovely sound of a chain saw. You have to wonder with the list of things he probably had written down on his "Yard work I want to get done today" list, why is chain sawing on the top of it?
"It's 10 o'clock in the morning, shouldn't he be at church or something?"
You could tell the dog was pissed too, she finally found a comfortable spot after looking for it all night. It was a particularly restless night for all three of us. And we were content to sleep away the bright sunny day. The husbands restless leg syndrome was in full swing last night, the kids were out late and I drank too much ice tea earlier in the evening. Some kind of critter was roaming around the backyard, being the dog of the house, Buckeye has to check out every sound and bark at it, this includes children coming home later than they should. They were totally busted.
The day didn't turn out to be a total loss, the neighbor with the nice yard and bags under his eyes finished his "Yard work I want to get done today" list, is sitting right now in said yard to enjoy it and a thunderstorm is rolling in.
I think it's God's way of saying, "Dude, let thy neighbors rest."

And Then God Said.....

I like to make my readers feel comfortable and to want to come back and read my blog, so today I'm going to post about God. I can remember several times when God sent me a message. I don't know why I thought of this one particular time but I did. I was about to marry a moron, a world class, your life will be miserable, moron. But I was young and stupid and didn't see it. Until my angel sat down and had a one on one talk with me. I don't remember her name, barely remember what she looked like except that she was pregnant. Pregnant with her second husbands baby, the first one didn't work out too well. She didn't tell me her first husband was a loser, she told me she loved him but wasn't in love with him. I think right at that moment a halo started to glow above her head. The very next day I broke up with who would have been my first husband. Over the last 20 some years our paths have crossed just a few times and I ask myself, "Holy Crap! What was I thinking?"
I think of my angel a lot and wish I could let her know how much she affected my life.
Today God spoke to me again. My gas grill would not ignite, no matter how many matches I threw in there. Plan B, my broiler in my oven wouldn't go on. A voice inside my head said, "These Hot Dogs will not cook themselves.............. order pizza."
So it is written so it shall be done.