I woke up at 3am this morning to the sound of a ruckus in my front yard, followed by giggling, followed by people giving other people decorating instructions.
And I thought to myself, “My neighbors are drunk and toilet-papering my house, aren’t they?”
Why, yes. Yes they were.
These neighbors, incidentally? Older than me. So I can’t even shake my cane at them!
That’s it. I’m going back to bed. That’ll show them.