Is there anything more wonderful than the carefree sound of little children playing in the morning sunshine, full of joy, pretending to be a a marching band in their back yard?
What a CROCK! When said children are doing that playing at 07:30 on Sunday morning next to your yard, with drums and a xylophone and drums and harmonicas and drums and tambourines and drums, the joyous nature is somewhat muted.
They've apparently been gone for a couple of weeks, on vacation I would guess, but as the little girl in "Poltergeist" said, "They're back!!" Normally I don't have any problem with them, they seem like normal, high energy kids, and that means noisy at times. No problem in the middle of the morning, the afternoon, lazy afternoons, whatever.
But 07:30 on Sunday morning?!
That skunk's gotta be living in the large stand of bushes on both sides of the wall between our yard and theirs. I would pay that skunk good money to go shut down that parade with a liberal dosage of what it gave to Jessie.
(See, I can write on short notice while terminally groggy after being woken out of sound sleep!)
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