A friend, who lives down the street, stopped by this afternoon to bring us The Curmudgeon’s truck registration and insurance papers. He found them near his house. Yes, someone got into The Curmudgeon’s truck. Again. This time they didn’t break the windows to get in, they simply opened the freaking door. My darling husband left his truck unlocked. He’s so lucky he only lost an old wallet that the papers were in and the key for his wheel locks. (Assholes!)

     The group of brats, who are now older, and much worse than when they began to damage things around here several years ago, was back to their old tricks today.  Sometimes I wish it was legal to shoot idiots. Although, around here, I’d run out of ammunition pretty darned quick.

     At least the dogs kept us laughing.