BOOM BOOM BOOM BA-BOOM BOOM!!! Thank you for sharing your impressively loud car stereo system with me, guy-who-lives-at-the-end-of-my-complex. I 'm glad somebody else thinks that sharing your music at 2 a.m. or p.m. is a must if you drive an import car. I was led to believe that trend died off about ten years ago. Also, please continue to choose whatever speed you wish upon your leaving or return. Don't worry about the little kids, they'll learn to move one way or the other.
Thank you, parents-of-aforementioned-children, for your continued lack of diligence in supervising your offspring as they run willy-nilly across the parking lot. I love the days when I have to move the bicycle with the pink tassels on the handlebars and the training wheels in order to park my car.
Thank you, designer-of-great-vision, for so cleverly laying out the complex so that neither the front of my apartment, nor the back patio, ever receive direct sunlight. I only want the hardiest of tomatoes and herbs to grow; let the regular ones perish. My own version of vegetable evolution in action.
And to think my wife doesn't want to rent the sweet little house out in Custer with the fenced backyard for the dog we are pining for.
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