As My Old Roommate Would Say, "Bad Form."

So Mr. Isbell and I got into a domestic dispute Sunday morning, and in the middle of it I noticed that, instead of going to the public open space two blocks west, a neighbor woman had decided to play with her dog on our lawn–complete with a stack of Frisbees and the dog running into the flowerbed and planted garden.

I lost it:

And then of course I felt bad, because I was really mad about the argument that was going on and I could have told her to get lost in a nicer way. Poor lady had no idea what she was in for…