My neighbors, those who have caused me to abandon my liberal voting principles and to become hostile to children, are having a yard sale directly under my window and have been for quite some time now. I'm pretty sure the shouting started before eight, but I'm not completely sure because I was busy trying to integrate into my dreams important things to yell like, "You're offering TWENTY for that?" and "But I'M lucky because you're taking that away!" As I have often said, when the kids scream, okay, but the adults should know better. And I stick to that, but I do wish that the kids would stop adding in their full-volume wordless ostenato.
Way up on the plus side of the ledger, though, it seems to be a moving sale.
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