Horribly wonderful

I work from home and my office faces the back of our house. Behind my backyard is a total white-trash day care center, complete with a Rottweiler, Dachshund and a sand box they poop in when the kids are inside.

When the kids are outside, its unbearable. They scream just to scream, pushing me to a point when I stick my fat head out the window to yell "Shut the fuck up!".

Today, however, was different...

Somebody nearby was using a nail gun, which in the distance, sounds remarkably like a real live killing gun being fired. Just before I reached the point of bellowing my futile decree from my window, I realized each time the nail gun went off, the kids got quieter. It was just a coincidence of them being called back inside at the exact same time the nail gun was fired, but without turning around to face the window, it sounded exactly like someone was picking off each screaming maggot, one by one.

I was elated and terrified all at once.

Just goes to show that it really is the little things that get us through the day.

Cheers!