It is 9:45pm.
I HATE my neighbors. I really, really do.
8:15pm - laying in bed, getting unwound from being out of town.
8:30 - CRASH. Neighbor kid soccer ball slamming into my garage door (our bedroom is right above our garage so my bedroom shook)
8:31 - Mark informs me that I cannot go and strangle any of the 12 of them that are playing soccer in front of our house and yelling and screaming. Something about if we say anything to them (or their parents) they may come and do worse things.
8:45 - Pool party commences next door (same ones with the party). They don't have a pool, but they play pool (like billiards) in their garage. I think whenever someone gets a ball in the pocket, they think it's the World Cup cause they scream something that sounds like "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL"
8:55 - i peek out the windows. There's not a lot of cars out there, but the screaming is getting louder and more voices. So I get nosy and go "get something from my car". There's at least 30 people in the garage. WTH???
9:00 - Army Wives starts. Aaaahhhh.....I love this show.
9:10 - More screams. Mark asks me NOT to injure any of them as being in jail hinders the whole getting married thing.
9:27pm DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG (yes, that is 4 doorbell rings).
In the possibility he might ALREADY be hurt, I go to the door and look out and ask him "what do you need?"
His response....are you ready? Because I have never, ever met this kid EVER.
"Do you have any mosquito spray?"
I swear, I have never ever wanted to smack anyone. EVER.
22 July 2007
It is 9:45pm.