duck and cover.

I'm so glad that the frat boys on the ground floor were able to retrieve their football from the porch below ours, where, with a thud and an "Awwwww...," it became lodged on Saturday afternoon. It's one of those footballs that makes the noise like we're under missile attack and I'm JUST SO GLAD for them. So glad, in fact, that I'd like to shoot one of those boastful, sweaty, sweary frat boys, sniper style, from my dining room window.