As I type this latest misadventure the theme song to the Mister Rogers show is playing in my head. As I continue on you the irony in this will have you in stitches!
As a city girl born and raised the lights, sounds, and overall chaos of city is something that I miss since being out in the quiet of the suburbs. So I would like to take this opportunity to thank the neighbors that live in that duplex two doors down, for bringing the city to me. Nothing makes me tear up with nostalgia like the tale Mother Frog told me, of the the cops being at your home at 1 in the morning because of the fight that ensued on your property, I love how loudly your adolescent children use every foul word in the dictionary. I can't wait for my kids to experience knowing those words at such a young age as I did when I lived in the rough neighborhoods of the city. The burning smell that isn't cigarettes or a bonfire that emanate from your front stoop as I walk by gives me that feeling of city home that I love.
Yes folks in this installment it was just another day living in the hood of the suburbs for Mother Cardinal.
In tribute to my neighbors that live in the duplex I present this song...