So every now and then, as expected with an apartment complex, I wake up in the late Saturday afternoon to hear crying children. It's not unexpected. Children cry, and when they do, it's loud.
That said, I also know that since my building is water heated, I'm never going to hear this stuff through air ducts or anything. So it's all pure windows and through the walls/floors if you hear your neighbours.
Well, this morning one particular pissed off kid was freaking out, and his mother was giving him hell, potentially beating the heck out of him too (heh, asians). Went on from about 10am to 10:20, I'd reckon (it's about 10:20 right now).
So imagine my surprise when I went up to my bedroom window and suddenly realized the screaming was coming not from my building, but from across the back lane! The screaming was from the next block over!
Damn, kid. You's gots some lungs. Also, reminded me of a line from Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman (such a good show!):
Martha: "I never spanked you. I never had to. But right now, I'd like to drop your britches and tan your hide like cheap leather."
Guess I'll start breakfast, then . . . pretty sure I still have some bacon hiding somewhere . . .
EDIT: Cooking bacon without shirt or socks on? Ouch. Bacon, I love you, so why must you zap me with your flaming grease?
