baddog

If I walk into a restaurant and there are kids crying, I get up and leave . . . .give no thought to it, but now I have a real problem,

The old lady that lived across the street eventually died, and now some young family with a couple of young kids, and an apparent unending stream of friends has moved in her place.

The shrill scream of a 2 year old is enough to make me want to aim one of my mortars into their living room window