I'm working a "split shift" today- I began with the graveyard shift, but have to return at 4PM. I don't mind the graveyard- one is going home while most people still have a full day of work ahead of them. The "split", like red rum, is murder- at least it doesn't crop up often.
I hope to get a little shut eye when I get home, but I fear that my lovely neighbors' three beautiful children will be engaged in typical child activity, which tends to be joyfully noisy. Luckily, at this point in my life, I think I could sleep in a wind tunnel.
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We were quiet as church mice when we were little.
That is, when we weren't playing, shooting off firecrackers and bottle rockets, having rock fights, etc.
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Get offa mah lawn, little Thunder!
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