I live in sprog hell. There are so many noisey, disrespectful little brats in my neighborhood that my husband and I are house hunting! We have a set of demon spawn across the street that are basically turned outside the moment they wake up (often at 6am) and brought back in around 9 or 10 pm, because their idot parents don't want to deal with them. Usually, they run around the neighborhood hitting one another with sticks, but yesterday they came up with the inventive game of climbing into their trashcans (with wheels) and pushing each other around the neighborhood while screaming at the top of their lungs. I'm sure they didn't wash their hands before dinner or even take a bath. ICK! I hate so much about the way they choose to be.
