Sunday, June 19, 2011

Another Half Hour to Go in this Leg

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.


ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

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.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Get offa mah lawn, little Thunder!