We live in a fairly quiet neighborhood.
I love it.
You can hear the birds chirping in the morning, and not much but the occasional car zooming down the road disturbs the peace.
Except the back door neighbors.
In the summer.
They are loud.
They are obnoxious.
They let their kids play outside till 1am, which keeps me up till 1am.
So on Memorial Day when the boy and I saw them setting up tents and chairs and grills and tables, and the sky was dark and ominous….we began to giggle to ourselves about how they were going to get wet, and maybe we would have a quiet day.
Then it began to rain.
And the boy and I laughed out loud.
Because they all scrambled under their tents and pulled the grills into the garage.
If you look, you can see that not much is staying dry.
After I stepped outside onto my dry back porch to snap this picture, giggling maniacally, as a just punishment….my electricity went off.
Serves me right.