Sigh. I'm too sore to get up and yell
at the little buggers that live next door. I think they had red cordial for breakfast judging from the shrill pitch of their screams.
They harass the cats, peep through the windows and screen doors and have endless loud games outside my front porch. Am I officially an old and grumpy bastard?
They harass the cats, peep through the windows and screen doors and have endless loud games outside my front porch. Am I officially an old and grumpy bastard?