We have these really awful neighbors a couple houses down from us. I don't think I've written about them, but Chris has. They are constantly fighting in the street, screaming at each other, screaming at their kids. They like to sit in their cars and honk at whoever in the house is taking to long and then scream at whoever it is when they finally come out. At least once a week there is a huge scene in the street in front of their house, sometimes big enough that is spills over to the street in front of our house. Also, they dump their garbage on the curb and it blows into my yard, which is minor compared to the rest of it, but it pisses me off.
Last night, Chris and I sat on the couch and agreed that we would have to move before Mia was old enough to realize what was going on, because we didn't want her exposed to that kind of influence and also because they peal out at 100 miles per hour after the street fights and I was worried about her safety. I've been pretty depressed since then, because with the housing market being what it is around here, pretty much the only way we could move would be if I went back to work. I would do that to get away from them, it is that bad.
But then, today? I found out that they are moving.
I haven't stopped laughing since.