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Having nothing better to do on a cloudy, damp weekend I decided a shopping trip was in order. First I exchanged the cordless phone without Caller ID, I had purchased the week before, for the exact same phone with Caller ID. After all, I wouldn't want to mistakenly answer the phone to The M-I-L, now would I. Next I bought a small boom box. I figure if I can't fight them I'm going to have to join them. Them being the noisy neighbours. The next time I hear lawn mowers, hedge trimmers, table saws, nail guns, screaming kids and/or barking dogs I will be able to drown out the racket with some of my favourite tunes. When the neighbours have their annual family reunion/hoedown I can retreat to our basement and turn my music up and when the immature couple behind us have another party 'til three AM I can put on the Barney CD for their enjoyment.
Speaking of neighbours;  the Twinkies across the street have a new addition to their front yard. Joining the trampoline is a humongous, brightly coloured, inflatable pool and slide. I kid you not. The slide is almost as tall as their house. If it's still sitting out there come Christmas I'll consider slipping over there under cover of darkness to pierce it with a 4mm knitting needle.
Don't mind me. I'm just a Mrs Crankypants today.
