Or… “How I Know I’m Old.”
We live across the street from a school.
And 99% of the time, that’s cool. But there’s this week or two right after the new school year begins during which I get that I’m way old now.
It’s before the kids are beaten into submission by the teachers and their rules. It’s while they still believe that they own the planet (and, c’mon… they do). And it’s when the last bell of the day sounds… and they (the newly-licensed children with their newly-gifted cars) hop in and REV everything there is to rev.
And it’s loud here for about a half-hour.
Where is my cane?
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Sorry Bon but…
I’M THE BLONDE WHO RAISES CANE!!!
I still do that!
isn’t it normal???